No More Letters in the Mist

Scrubbing my body filled with filth
Water is rushing to my existence

Rub, rub… rush

Closing my eyes, feeling the warmth
Emerging steam disappearing beyond

Hush, hush… sigh

I’m whirring out a cold breathe
While the hot water scorches

Hum, hum… whine

Daily attempts to cleanse my life
Squeezing grimes out of my heart

Try, try… fail

Steam in the mirror is covering my face
Blurring my true traits

Wipe, wipe, daze

I see no more letters written in the mist
For a day, I am clean, squeaky clean

Squeak, squeak… scream

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Author's Note:

There's this set of letters I always write in a mirror's mist...

but I've already stopped doing that...