The Poetry Doof is at it again
the day after the war
i doused myself in gasoline
and set my skin alight
it did nothing to burn away the smell of him
the second day after the war
i bathed
traces of him were found
by the nurse who examined me
she told me i could finally take a bath
i cried throughout my two hour shower
the third day after the war
i spoke in tongues
the english language left my body
why would it not?
he didn’t understand
no
stop
please stop
you’re hurting me
you’re hurting me
you’re
hurting
me
the 435th day after the war
i prayed
i spoke his name like a sin
and mine like a hymn
i baptised myself in holy water
and declared myself pure again
the 697th day after the war
i wore a skirt
again
ew i don’t like it but i just found it among my google docs and wanted some feedback
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Please stop, you’re terrible