White Yet Dirtied

I never excluded those dreadful thoughts, in fact I was more than happy to let them enter my mind. My sordid self even opened the doors for it, and I don’t quite know why…. Was it because I wanted a fresh fallen complexion? Or was it simply because I was done fighting. Maybe neither, maybe both but the myths stays the same for its inside. Bathing, breaching, and breeding between the walls of my skulls. Whipping up those so far fetched delusions as easily as I shed a tear, and those realistic proportions make it impossible to tell right from wrong. Is it me or is that simply an idea I had… My memories are fading and my reality is beginning to spill across the floor, that white tiled washed floor, Dirtied.


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