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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

    Anonymous October 17, 2018 2:25 am Reply

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