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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