Shower Curtain

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 19:39 -- blase


Warmth enfolds me.

The cleansing current upon my spine,

without it I'd be filthy,

and safety no longer mine.


I remain concealed, behind this curtain,

due to my most solemn doubt.

For one can never be too certain

how people will react when the truth is out.


I scrub to wash away the grime,

the residue of troublesome time.

This leaves a sweeter scent for others,

while the dirt left, the curtain covers.


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