sticky soap poetry
Channel: Jane
Date: 01/01/2023

Brush it away, 
scrub the past,
the sticky soap that foamed your life, 
yet it bubbles,
and Boils like a kettle.
5’o clock, tea’s ready mate,
but checkmate.
You invited an enemy,
who well-placed a pawn 
upon your bubbly face.

It's the transparency, 
when you try to escape the walls 
that You build around yourself 
like a box, 
a ground, a wall, a roof,
your own limits, routines, 
that you wake up into 
say sweet dreams into ,
whitening the spots 
to make them shiny
as if no dirt ever come across 
and then 
you’re dancing in the hallways 
at nights
as if it’s your hall of fame, 
because the shame is too intimidating 
to get naked your well-dressed emotions 
with layers of precautions. 

7 am, 
Anxiety alarm goes on 
And you go on, over again.
Brush it away, 
Scrub the past 
The sticky soap that still foams 
Your life, yet it bubbles, 
And Now more burns than boils. 

5’o clock, tea with rum’s ready mate,
But checkmate, 
You’re your worst enemy, 
Who well-placed a pawn 
Upon your cursed life.