DIY Bapitsm

by Alice   Dec 10, 2017


With the hard bristle brush
I take to my flesh
like a soiled sheet.
Water-
the shower is a cloudburst
and it should brim my putrid lungs.

PURGE- PURGE
SCOUR- SCOUR
HARDER- HARDER
NOW!

I am baptising myself.
My sins must be atoned
with a finger of soap
and a ragged flannel.
The heat of the water
is a whipping:
I force the dial to the left-
so I may boil like some brainless lobster.
Not only oil seeps my pores
but I pray my faults to drip as well.
I can feel them swell
lodge out my breath
and hang me.
Bent bare in the cubicle
I am in a heated purgatory
so shame, shame, shame on me
for being whoever that may be.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ouch! That's not a good feeling or a good place to be but your expression of the shame is brilliant! :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    A very intense write Alice. You have always an interesting way of describing the world. This was no exception.

  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Your writes are so unique and so freshly expressed that is so hard for me to express my feeling except through some corny, mediocre words. So I apologize for that:
    Very nice Alice.

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