I put the upholstery on your soul
Not thinking of the consequences.
And when you couldn’t breath
I gradually put a stop to it.
And as you came to be
And your lungs filled up with air,
I hung the wallpaper on your insides
So that I wasn’t in your hair.
I painted your gallbladder’s closet
So that no one could tell,
But I still needed you to know I care.
I scrubbed the floor of your muscles.
They really needed it.
And I mopped up those muddy prints,
Others left on your cervix.
I scrubbed the toilet in your liver,
Because alcohol has done the same to me.
And I put new filters in your kidneys,
But the vents seem like they are fine.
I washed the windows on your eyes,
Carefully so I didn’t burn you,
But the tears were still leaving streaks.
I took out the trash you had been neglecting
That was sitting in your stomach,
And I removed the lime that was building
Around the shower head of your spine.
I wish I could help with the mold,
I don’t have the supplies to handle that.
But I will make sure to lock the door when I’m done
So your heart doesn’t get broken into again.
I did all of that so you know I care;
Still willing to take care of you.
I have wishes that bring you back to me.
Dreaming that you will maintain,
This level of cleanliness I have given you.
I hope you accept this apology.
I will get links after class but just wanted to get this up. Wrote it a while ago and found it today. Leave me links and I will return the favor. Like I said, dont close this as I will get links after class.
responded to prof. james and sinizter
