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Purple-> @EllieMae
Red-> @ScarlettFire
Turquoise-> @KateHardy
Blue/gray-> @WeepingWisteria
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Spoiler! :
draining reflections from a deep sink
light blurs off my metal; it curves through water
all the way down to the lonely place no one has ever ventured before.
nothing reveals my deepest depths where secrets lay forgotten and
scraps of food are swirled down to their eternal repose.
perhaps the depths of my corpse reflect the depths of my sorrows,
water comes in endless swirls but it never washes it all away
i clean the endless dishes and cups and utensils, but who cleans me?
If I only clean myself, will I ever truly be clean?
will i ever be shiny and untarnished again? no scratches, no dents, just shiny silver.
will it be a re start? or can I begin anew memories intact? do I even want to?
if all the soap scums leave will I become the sink of Thesus?
i swirl with deep thoughts and questions of who i am (who am i? i am who? am i who?)
but i am insentient to emotional feelings, only sentient to pots and pans,
they bang and scrap and scatter, leaving scars and memories like wandering ants,
dump their grime through my heart, just glad to get away
but no one asks if I am ready to be defiled, they just say it's my higher purpose
i exist for others. i exist to be filled, to cleanse, to take away what they don't want.
and then i am forgotten, left behind, simple and deep and empty,
light blurs off my scars and scrapes; no one will ever see my brokenness.
i'm just the holder of your dish anxiety
and i'm too fulll to hold my own tears.
light blurs off my metal; it curves through water
all the way down to the lonely place no one has ever ventured before.
nothing reveals my deepest depths where secrets lay forgotten and
scraps of food are swirled down to their eternal repose.
perhaps the depths of my corpse reflect the depths of my sorrows,
water comes in endless swirls but it never washes it all away
i clean the endless dishes and cups and utensils, but who cleans me?
If I only clean myself, will I ever truly be clean?
will i ever be shiny and untarnished again? no scratches, no dents, just shiny silver.
will it be a re start? or can I begin anew memories intact? do I even want to?
if all the soap scums leave will I become the sink of Thesus?
i swirl with deep thoughts and questions of who i am (who am i? i am who? am i who?)
but i am insentient to emotional feelings, only sentient to pots and pans,
they bang and scrap and scatter, leaving scars and memories like wandering ants,
dump their grime through my heart, just glad to get away
but no one asks if I am ready to be defiled, they just say it's my higher purpose
i exist for others. i exist to be filled, to cleanse, to take away what they don't want.
and then i am forgotten, left behind, simple and deep and empty,
light blurs off my scars and scrapes; no one will ever see my brokenness.
i'm just the holder of your dish anxiety
and i'm too fulll to hold my own tears.
Thank you for reading <333
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