Monday, 9 November 2015

Gy

I shed and the water takes it all away, cleansing me with its disinfecting spray, If I could ever feel anything such as sprightly or gay, then I would certainly say, that right now I felt positively grey. Which, don't get me wrong, is quite a long way, from the blackness and decay; the raw flesh chipping away; the jaw stretching feelings of heavy chested dismay; the foul hearted experience of being powerless to keep a prowler at bay; the foetid stink when reading Magic Faraway, while Granny Fanny-Mae touches you with her fingers in an inappropriate way; or the loud ugly pealing as they rip the baby away, and the abject loneliness you feel on each and every mother's day. Thank-you Jesus. Thank-you for all the pain you wash away.


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