deep clean

sweeping dust bunnies
from the darkest corners
of an already dimly lit
series of contussions
scrubbing the tarnished
silver in the haunted
chapel of my mind
the skeletons in my closet
put on a show and dance
carefully choreographed
to put all my greatest
failings proudly center
i hum along to these
greatest fits of personal
dreary disillusionments
no matter how deep i cleanse
the sticky residue of sin
works its way into each
jiggling crevice in absent
electrified gelatinous
self-sanctified sepulchres

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