Washed by pain, cleansed of doubt.
Rinsing myself in sorrow.
A lather of scorn.
Spurned, I will not allow.
Your bleach to afflict me anymore.
Too long wrung in loath cycle serenade.
Too many illusions of drying.
Ripped by your loving embrace.
Restitched with self-hate thread.
Lack of confidence, seamed necessary.
Refusing the refuse bin.
Call now for dry cleaning.
May the remnants left behind…
Rot in peace.