The showerhead’s raining my innocence
As the drain takes it away
My fingers age as fast as my heart
I wish not that you would stay
I fear you as I fear the whirlpool
The dark illusion that is necessary; but terrifying all the same
You manipulate me to come to you, though I know
What lies ahead
I let the water take me, and drown my
head in shame.
The water is transparent
I already know
As you are my friend
Let me hope it does not fill my mind
And I can bring this soon to an end.
Maeve Armstrong
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