Mop Bucket
I am scrubbing the floor at 3 am
with every swipe
I think your name
once held so dear
The floor now shiny and clean
muck and mire all washed away
dawns pale light
contrasts what swirls in the
mop bucket of my mind...
dirty thoughts
snarling biting
clinking tapping
cluttered stairs
tripping falling
edge of night
blocked out Sun
fighting light
erase unwanted
tumbled jumbled
spit stained name
corrupted in my head
ringing clanging
banging to be free
so in the silence
kill these words
before they kill me
M S 7/20/15
footnote: while it's not possible to make spit stains unless you're tobacco chewer it was only my mental imagery of how I did feel about this person.. I have since mentally set this ruined relationship aside in my head, but the pain still lives. Short of a form of brainwashing I guess there's no escape from remembering lost loves.
Copyright © Magneeta Sojourner | Year Posted 2015
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