>>23529404>>23529435>>23529433>>23529438Here I stand above the porcelain divine,
Warm tap water flowing, holy and sublime,
Wash away the remnants, all the stains and grime,
For no one should suffer such an itchy crime.
Through the suds, I’m sinking deeper,
Into a cleansed and peaceful life.
And it will come, like a flood of grace,
Pouring down on me,
And it will not let up,
Till the cheeks are free,
And it will shine through the darkest stain,
In my final shower,
And it will never rest until the sink is clear,
Until it finds my shame has disappeared.
My stains disappear.
