Raw.

by Jen Thompson

 

Darkness,

Is a never ending wave of despair.

A pit overflowing with damned souls.

Skeletons submerged in tar.

A knife cuts deep.

Stabs in the back are eternal.

Salty tears mix with raindrops.

The showerhead roars,

Shame gargles.

Sins are washed away.

Tortured screams violate senses.

The skin is raw,

Stinging sensations,

Vibrations.

Anger spreads like venom,

Hot to the touch.

Guilt emulsifies,

A powerless slump.

Drowning in sorrows,

Alone in deceit.

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