Mary stood stiff as a board as she leaned her body against the shower wall. Salvation was vast , too quick to ascertain that her soul would be cleansed in this manipulated rain
But she remained still as the water messed her hair.
Ruined her make up
Exploits her despair
" they wouldn't remember my name ." She said
" no one would care if I was dead. "
Suddenly she shook as her emotion went wild
Scrubbing at her skin. Cleaning the vile bit of every past part she has played in her unleashed mind while she continues to scrub.
To erase her blackened time
They'll clamor and wail at the serendipitous sight
But they'll forget to remember it wasn't right to be me when life casts aside her dreadful creations whome dealt with restless nights toiling the subconscious tremors of Satan's delight
She remained scrubbing throughout the night
As the last dark cloud passed along the skylines eyes of sight. He who dawned black clothing and white colors did recite
Mary ... her name was Mary.
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