cleansed.

waterfalls crashin’ down on my head,

coverin’ my sight, eyelids cast down

.

fingers, tips of rushin’ rivers, 

cleansin’ wounds,

that have split my skin,

 flayed open pale to red,

snow to blood,

ice and water drippin’ down,

washin’ my brow

.

 

sorry for the lack of updates y’all. Been sick as a dog.

~Chickadee ❤

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