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Spic n Span and A yellow sponge
Lying in bed I hear the tap, tap, tap coming from behind the bathroom door.
My brain screams….please stop the tapping.
Help me baby
Please come here
I taste bile in my throat because I know what I’ll find behind the door.
Bugged eyes full of fear; begging me to do something.
God Damn it, this is NOT my fucking problem.
Heavy breathing.
A chest gasping for air.
Under a crimson flow, is a face contorted; pain or ecstasy; I can’t tell,
the bloody hand print on my clean porcelain tub is too distracting.
Spic and Span
A yellow sponge
Pale pink water swirls down the drain as the breathing slows to normal.
Walking back out the door I hear the tap, tap, tap start again.
Next time blow your fucking heart out.
I don’t care.
