We search for that

fountain of youth

fountain of beauty,

follow the river

downstream

mainstream,

and we jump in

imagining crystal clear water

soft sparkling water

sparkling wine,

drunk off the fantasies of escape

by cleansing to

purity

wash away the dust and dirt.

 

We are surprised by the

piranhas

in the depths

biting off the mistakes,

limbs falling away

prosthetic

aesthetic

lining the bed as we tread.

 

We go under the knife

the scrutiny

slicing waves against our ,

massaging pebbles

jagged rocks

under our feet

circulating the blood

for health

a purging

catharthis.

 

And we emerge

dripping blood

shaking off water droplets and shining

smiling our smiles sewn into our faces,

for finally

we are perfection.

 

 

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wrote this during school...we weren't even talking about anything related to this, so idk