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
Binneyink c.1991