|Artificial Water Spring © Ernest Mackina (2013)|
More soap, just enough to musk the smell of last nights' transgressions.
Every splash, drop and bubble erases the odour of delinquency
The towel is far too soft to scour the blame off.
Maybe, just maybe I will feel a little less remorse.
Who am i trying to fool? This is just a futile attempt to undo a mistake yet I know I can not. The guilt is one i will carry with me forever.
P.S I hate this part right here.
Poem by Nomthandazo Moyo
Images © Ernest Mackina