i need soap.
soap.
any kind,
bar,
liquid,
any kind.
i need soap.
i'm running out.

with the last few drops remaining,
i cleanse and rid my skin
from the layer of dirt,
coming out
renewed,
revived,
pure.

a glow
radiates off of my bare skin,
all thoughts
and all secrets
gone.

for just a moment.

i can feel free.
released of the cage.
worries and stress let go.

but once i touch
something else,
it's snatched from my hands,
ripped away from my body,
peeled away from my skin
and replaced with
withering filth.

at the end of the day,
i don't know which is the one i
recognize.

i need soap.
soap.
any kind,
bar,
liquid,
any kind.
i need soap.
i'm out.