The Scrubber
He's your rip current -always will be
dragging you into deep water
into the foam of his death ego roll.
Squeezing the spirit and mind
pulling you into his cold dark beak
scrubbing the light from your eyes.
The only time he treats you right is when you're gone
but he's a bad actor-punk-predator...
My hand is always there-reach out from the deep blue.
I'll guide you to where the air ripples clean-
Where you deserve to be.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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