fear...shame...and bathroom!!!Mature

Its confessional poetry so please take it less seriously than I do...

Period papers like small kites,  floating above my bathroom stench, just in line to kiss the tight, masculine ceiling... I fear if it fell down its muscles would crush my bones and its lips would wound mine with the divine venom of sexual love... Naked, I lie on the cold tiles still leaking water, falling from the shower... My blood rains like a million rape memories... The heat, the humidity, the shame of my sins leave my soul like baby snakes with each shower I take...

I love my closet... it is where I dump waste every day... I love my waste... its color, its smell...I love it as much as I hate it. Its brown, yellow, green, red... sometimes even black and blue... its dark and smells awful... you would cover your nose...But if you were me you'd fall in unconditional love with your own faeces... it is a victim of my stomach, and intestines large and small... I love the waste my food brings out of my body... I love it just as much as my physical ego loves to eat...

THERE IS HIDDEN POETRY IN DIRT...!!!

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