Bleach bond
john clare
The bleach and the vinegar were a volatile mixture
The fumes finding their way into the bedroom
To satin sheets to settle upon
The wrapped mints on the pillows melting
The roses on the bedside table wilting
The deadly fumes inhaled slowly
She tried desperately to hold her breath
But she was soon drowning
Sinking deeply into dreams
Of when it was not such
Drudgery, the laying, the bleaching, ironing, washing, scrubbing, living, loving, breathing
Along beside her once lover in unison
This stranger who once showered her with
Roses, wild flowers, candy, mints, poetry, living.
They found her turned a beautiful shade of jade
The bleach and vinegar they said leeched her color
Leaving her but a shell
Like a porcelain glass statue
Going up until the end
Through the motions, moving
in unison with the strangers
rising and falling breaths
Beside her.
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