My worst nightmares
Don’t end when I wake
They cling to me
Like an oil slick
Until I wash them away
with scalding water
Until my skin is pink
Like rays from
A new sun
Published on January 21, 2021
Like an Oil Slick
My worst nightmares
Don’t end when I wake
They cling to me
Like an oil slick
Until I wash them away
with scalding water
Until my skin is pink
Like rays from
A new sun
Everyday Strange 
Oooo, love this one!
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Woah. YES. YES. YES.
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Thank you!
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WOW !
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I can definitely relate to that. Yes. 🙂
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At least, scrubbing works for you, while for many of us, we can’t begin, to deal with these things that came out, of our, darkness…
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I’ve found writing helps as well 🙂
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Well written for this transformation from darkness to light.
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Thank you!
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