She sweats the bleach she injected to whiten her stained soul. It pools in her tear ducts and peroxide tears leave pallid white tendrils down sunken cheeks to her pristine spirit that used to hold a tally mark for each sin embraced.
11/29/2015
Posted on 11/29/2015Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
Man, I can see a portrait clearly here, haunting and heavy. Well done. Terrific title.
gotta own your sins :p
