Soap

you breathe toxic bubbles
scented like springtime.

you wash everything good away.
you make everything wrong.
why can't i be beautiful inside?
because you've washed out the moonlight
so that it cannot shine
on my eyes.

somehow i will take the soap
and scrub your darkness away.

you will no longer make me hurt inside.

January 13, 2003

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