deep cleaning
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There is something to be said
about the joys of deep cleaning.
Surprising how such a mundane
and menial task can be so alluring.
Scrubbing off dirt,
peeling off rust.
Sweeping off floors,
taking out trash.
Mopping off stains,
wiping off dust.
Chlorine and water
is the only concoction I trust.
A physical release
of that tension from within?
I can’t seem to fathom
how therapeutic such a task has been.
Though my hands ache from the toil
and my body complains from its physicality;
my mind wants to do it all over again,
because of the high and its spirituality.
The illusion of control,
something I find so comforting,
distracting me from the impending doom
— the end I’ve been avoiding.
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