The Cleansing
I'm bound in a black dress
Laced with frill and feather
I walk through the ashen woods
Through the mud and dirty weather
I inhale the aroma of charcoal and dust
And walk slowly towards the center
I look up into the sky, rain falls upon my cheek
I gaze upon the ground, do I dare enter?
I feel the blood pulse through me
Even drag itself from my skin
Placing my mutilated foot in the water
Should I let myself fall in?
I sink into this oblivion
And let myself go weak
I'm surrounded by the darkest pleasure
No way to scream out...impossible to speak
Feels like I'm being torn
From the inside out
I feel my body cleansing
I crawl, with no hesitation, nor doubt
Fingers through the mud
Dragging myself from the shadow
My black dress turned to white
My clothing set aglow
I stand for the last time
Cold wind flows through my hair
Stare into the smothered sky
And weep my last tears of despair
For once I feel so beautiful
My skin so pale, so pure
With such an attractive innocence
An irresistible allure
My tears turn to beauty
As I walk from what I've left behind
No longer swamped in fear and anxiety
No longer am I confined
As I walk, I feel such freedom
And with happiness, I am consumed
Now eternally lost in ecstasy
My deepest desires can now be abloom.