And I've come home to find a once perfectly clean carpet stained. Stained with a vile color that I can't explain. A vile liquid that seeps into the farthest regions and cannot be scrubbed out.
Because, oh, I've tried. And I've scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin has turned white but it only spreads. It spreads to the corners and edges and it won't get out.
So I reach to you. You are my saving grace. You will help, only you. I can pour you on my sins and you will clear them. You will take them away. You will, I know you will. I know you can help me. You can save me. I know it.
But I reach for you lovingly, and with trusting eyes closed, I pour you to every corner and edge that has been stained.
But you, my love, you are a bottle marked hope, full of sin.
April 17, 2014 10:01pm
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