I cleaned my bathroom today

I cleaned the bathroom today

Used more bleach than I should’ve

Than is healthy

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Picked at the scabs on my knee

And scrubbed the floor till my hands turned red

Felt cleanliness enter my system through the hole I tore

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I am pure in the sense that I am clean

That I have rubbed every wicked layer off

With brutal force,

In addition to a strong cleaning agent

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There's mold growing in the corner

And no matter how many times I clean

It always comes back

Darker, having consumed more and more

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I don't really care

Cleaning it is like picking at those scabs

Like debriding my own sick skin

I loathe to think of a life without it

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If I was less civilized, Id go at it with my teeth

Swallow it whole

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I suppose it’d grow in me then

And maybe that makes the metaphor a little too literal

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I pick at the scars on my knees

And place them right onto that bathroom floor

So that everything, dirty and pure

Runs right through me

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