Poetry Under the Sky
Thursday, May 16, 2013
I'm drowning in oil
the dark, slick stuff
clings to my naked body.
Where I was once
clean and happy
I now cannot wipe it off.
As much as I try to,
my hands pass over oil
and fail to clear my skin.
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