Samson and Delilah

Cleansing down

Balled up, chained in a corner

My body runneth over with tensions

And the cradled son, mute

My braids grace the floor in silence

And my back still clenches

Shivering up in a corner

Blind

The rubble’s swept there with me

Until I spill into a deep purge

I’m my father’s son
As you are also just a construct
A body floating through fog above the ocean luster

The body I see as a ghost, then gone

The body that I reach for everytime

I’ll trickle bleach in the bathtub

It makes more white foam
White Jesus stayed quite in the bathroom

To help me fall asleep

I wasn’t warned about the silence

Each creak is the start of a new conversation

With the floor

I’ll say goodbye to my friends,

The phlegm and blood still left in the tub
After I’ve spit them out

I saw my new blonde locks in the bathwater,

In those paintings they obsess about

My hair is bleached now

And the lord stripped my strength