Cafe Del Soul

Sliding Into Oblivion
By Christy Zutautas -- Contributing Poet -- [Email This Item]

This carpet weaves its holes in me
On the bathroom floor
Smell of rot from underneath,
The stench of wanting more.

Momentum lost in curtain rings
As anger fills the tub
Steaming rage pours over me,
Cleanse me inside out

Slipped on doubt, broke the chain,
Fear became unplugged.
My courage sliding down the drain,
Lost in the steel and grout.

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