Obsessive Compulsive

You’re dirty…
Wash your life,
Wash your filthy hands,
Until they’re dry and bleeding.

Let the blood,
Scrape away,
The tradition,
Of this cleansing.

Let the blood,
Alert a new awareness,
Of purity,
And innocence.

Wash your unhealthy mind,
Wash away your soul,
Until your blood,
Runs clear of…
Everything but pain.
You’re dirty.

Obsessive Compulsive

visualmetaphor

Tumut, Australia

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Artist's Description

This poem is about
obsessive compulsive
disorder, and about
the way it causes us
to do things that are
strange and unhealthy

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