Flow

 

There is nothing more soothing than waters’ sweet flow

as it rushes down chilled skin.

There is nothing more calming than lavender balming

the cracks and tears within.

 

I am

flowing, flowing, down the drain

slipping sliding to unknown terrain

 

I’m dripping, slipping, sliding between cracks

I am the water, old and fresh

slowly taking and rebuilding sacred self.

 

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