i feel dirty again
:
just as my flesh
surfaces the tub water
following my skin
:
to quench this urge
for my breath
to feed
on the cold air
squeezing through
the window cracks
to get in
:
and all i hear
with my
submerged ears
is the faint
whistling screams
as the glass severs
the wind
:
but i still shiver
as your mouth
moves and quivers
just to feign
the efficacy
so that you
still believe
your prayers
can bleach
my sins
:
as you push me
back in again
:
...and then again


—
xTHExIDISx
© Erik Xydis