Clean is Me…

It's incredible. How easy it is to wash off the day's grime; a gel here, a shampoo there, a scrub here, and filthy water flows down the drain, cleansing, soothing, transporting all the days sins, selfishness and shallowness. Ah! Clean is me!

Incredible! No, it's actually sad; I wish I could so easily rid my heart of pain, of anger, envy, rage and depression. That a toothbrush would cleanse my lips of vile words; that the thumping stream of water would go deep, like a hot knife in butter and wash my thoughts clean.

Indeed! Clean is me; and the mirror, no, no mirrors for me; not until my cleansing is due and done.