cleansing
In ransacking my flat
To find an uncleaned area
To attack, I forgot
To look within
Now I will unload some bags
And bury, at last, some dusty skeletons
In 9 months, so much can happen
2 cells can fuse, divide
and become a living, breathing child.
In our 9 months, it started fine
We 2 people met, smiled
Our love grew, withered then died
I remember smiles
As long as cold January nights
At the lighthouse
And house rules imposed
To keep our paths from crossing
In the busy kitchen
I remember 4am fairies
On sleepless nights
When you probed me and stayed closed
I remember assuming the role
of silverworker to create
you a beaded work of art
I remember you gutted me
Every time I woke in my bed
To find you in slow deep breathing masturbation
I remember thinking this was my fault
I stored every lie you told me
To later tally on my arm
Its been 3 months and I've still not finished
I've been told I'm still bitter (~ I'm always bitter ~)
That I still miss you (~ I never had you ~)
For still talk about you
I think this is because
I never mourned you
I never grieved my loss
For I was glad to see you go
Now I've cleansed the flat
of your hairs and frozen food
and its time to bury you
I wish I could say I missed
something about you
but its over and I don't
our good times will be
memory filed to gather dust
the rest I hope now to burn
and keep the ash to make sure
I never make the same mistake again
Copyright 1999 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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