Tricking God with Chemicals

by Max Bouillet

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


Posted on 11/29/2015
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/30/15 at 03:42 PM

Man, I can see a portrait clearly here, haunting and heavy. Well done. Terrific title.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 11/30/15 at 05:33 PM

gotta own your sins :p

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