There isn’t a large enough

Cold iron bin

To hold the shit

That you’re swimming in.

There isn’t a large enough

Street sweepers broom

That could brush away

The debris in the room

There isn’t a large enough

Vacuum cleaner

That could hoover up

Your cold demeanour

There isn’t a large enough

Antiseptic wipe

That could clean the slate

Of bacterial types.

There isn’t a large enough

Wooden scrubbing brush

That could scrub away

Your poisoned touch.

When hearts and eyes

Sleep in the freezer

Detached Icy stares

No warmth or feeling.

Hide and seek

Behind red curtains

Where blind eyes stare

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