Cut n Cleanse

by codebllack

Mum said, “Don’t hurt your head trying to write a poem that doesn’t make sense.”
Wait till the rainy season
Drive through the stillness with the windows rolled down
And the rush of the wind scarring your face
Don’t take the surgery even if you can afford it
Let people call you ugly and misspell your name
And by the night, put on your frills and laces and a ripe red mouth
Shed your clothes like autumn leaves
Before you let that man screw it all up
And when you’re done writing the poem,
End it with a stanza of heartbreak
And a period of heartache
After you’ve spilled your colours like oil paints on Gogh’s canvas
Drown in your bathtub and let the salt water stich you up