1. Someone who will love you in all your damaged glory

[gunwithoutmusic]

He liked to
Play with words
In the bathtub
While she vibrated in his skull
And the filth of the day
Sloughed from his skin
And he steeped in it

And who was I
To say what could
Or couldn't be
When all I would do was watch
And there weren't
Enough substances
In the world to prevent
The creep of clarity

When we finally
Saw each other
We scraped our hands
Against the clock
Trying to gather our
Lost moments
And found only dust

Comments

[bleodswean]

WHOA! This is rich rich rich - must be all that steeping! What a great visual right out the door! This reads as very serious and I like that about it. I read it three times and your pace forces a slow ingestion! Well done!

[gunwithoutmusic]

Thank you so much! I struggled with the prompt (it felt so literal to me, if that makes sense). I'm happy with what came out of it; I tried to layer some ideas and not make it so expected. I'm glad you enjoyed it!