Addiction II

Rehab

I have arrived at this place.
White, empty walls, full of lost souls
I do not want to remember how I traveled here.

This is your soap the stranger says.
But it isn't. Mine has 'Imperial Leather' written on it.
And this one smells of Carbolic or Catholic. I get them confused.

Will it wash away my sins, I ask politely?
Will God make it rain so I can scrub them all away?
'I think you'll need more soap' the stranger says and smiles.

Binneyink c.1991