The type you have after a heart break
The long hot shower after a long day-and when you’ve lost your way.
The type of showers you have with your clothes and shoes on.
A razor can accompany you to that type of shower .
Dark clouds hang over your head like the tap in the bathroom.
The type of shower where you sit on your bathroom floor and curse your guts
Showers that make you doubt if there is a God.
Scrub all you may,it can’t wash your sin
Bleach and mortal hands can’t wash this stain.
It seems the guilt is part of your skin
The scarlet letter seems hidden beneath all that melanin.
The tears flow freely, all mixed with mucus and a tinge of blood from your knuckles.
After so many got showers,
Maybe is time for a blood bath-the type you have in Jesus name.
Parky.
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