Unholy Water


It burns amber,
Like embers,
Cascading fire,
Warming his body,
But leaves unclean his soul.

This holy water,
Never makes him clean.
Leaves him less than whole.
Has shattered
Every relationship
He’s ever had.

It leaves him
And homeless.

He wanders the cold
Looking for another shot.
This time,
He’s certain,
He will finally come clean.

But he will never come clean.
Will never know forgiveness.
Will never rebuild burning bridges
Laced in alcohol and guilt.
And he is guilty.

This is his home now.
He’ll never find a better place,
Until he comes to an honest place
With himself,
And in himself.

About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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