hydrogen peroxide
a poem.
You hit every nerve
under my skin—
raw, exposed.
You pull bright red
and I wince,
grit my teeth,
shut my eyes tight
to release,
to witness
my undoing,
to feel
each mistake
pulsing through me,
each strike
etched into me
like a memory
until I see
crimson
speckled porcelain.
Sweet bottle,
pool into my wounds.
Let the hurt bubble up
from where I bleed.
May each transgression
of my affliction
be burned away.
Let my sins
flow down
a silver drain.
Cleanse me.
Release me.
Turn soft
in the wake
of your fire.