![]() PurgeA Poem by Lyndsay Castro![]() A tale of internal drowning![]() Steam baths, waves of summer scent washing away a lifetime of hidden lies.
Rough cloth sweeping my demons away like a mother cat's tongue.
Spiced soap seeps into the pores once flooded with justifiable fear - now no longer thought of but still felt.
They've cut a hole in the stone that's exactly my size.
The final slab locks into place, the alcohol burns as it fills in the gaps.
80 proof gasps are painful and wrong, but the eternal voice tells me to keep breathing, that the eternity is only a moment, that my gravest sins are forgiven with each diaphram contraction.
Blood-yellowed eyes stare at me and blink in unison, the apart.
That's me.
The polished stone sends an altered ego to me through the dirty-water alcohol, still burning my nose.
The eternity is only a moment, the second is only as long as the rest of your life.
Stone moves closer, squeezing the liquid from my lungs.
It's over now, darling. It's just beginning.
Unaccustomed lungs reject suffocating air, but it still makes it into me.
Please, put me back in my coffin to purge this life again.
Fill it up.
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7 Reviews Added on July 16, 2008 Author![]() Lyndsay CastroHouston, TXAboutI am a writer. My goal is to support myself financially through my writing. But the benefits will keep me going, no matter the monetary issues. I am looking for suggestions, tips, criticism, connectio.. more..Writing
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