Dirty Dishwater
He pours scalding water
over your wounds
boiling you from the outside in.
His words are poison soap
grating off layers of the world
and attacking your reality.
He washes severed emotions
in your sea of compassion
sharp edges slaughtering.
Chemicals violate you
stealing any innocence
you once possessed.
He uses you
a grown-up committing
grown-up acts.
He lies that loves you
leaves you sloshing there
in shreds.
Step up your game
you're going cold
in the head.
He drops objects in your fog
and they float there unwelcomed
character loops to your rollercoaster.
He kidnaps all you have
drying your soul and setting it
just out of reach.
He's done with you
for now
finished with your mistakes.
You have no bubbles left
you're slipping from life
you're dancing with death.
He grins at your disgrace
and offers to pull the plug
-- you're dishwater anyway.
You're on your knees
begging him
use you again.
He drains you down
and chases you with grime
never looking back.
Ocean salt stings your wounds
stitches your existence
as you sew into yourself.
You are crystal blue water
no longer defined by
dirty dishes.