dirty fingers
reaching up towards heaven
with filthy hands
i am well practiced at the art
of manipulation
i still feel joy, somehow.
dreamed last night of broken teeth.
they all fell out one by one
while i screamed at the reflection in the mirror
of someone who was not me
i feel relieved, somehow.
these dirty hands
this dirty mouth
shouting out
obscenities
cultivating this fungus
growing inside of me
i asked you for something
you eventually forgot to give me
and i feel redeemed, somehow.
dirty hands
reaching up
dirty mouth
screaming out
dirty girl
but you love it, somehow.
joy to relief to redemption to love.
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strong all he way through.
i love it.