I want to eat a chocolate fountain and bathe in a tub of strawberries for exfoliation.
Get rid of those dead skin cells and dead friends still clinging on to my shoulders as I go down the chocolate lazy river.
Bedazzle my dolly top BMW with the tears of all who suffocated me making sure each one shines like a gem in a chandelier.
Breathe out my spit like they were flecks of harmony— notes of songs singing forgiveness.
I let go of all of you, and I’m not sure if that was entirely closing the chapter.
I drove you all away and set timers to tell me when you’re well-done, but this must be all in my head.
Did forgiveness start with the course of a river, or did it crash down with the weight of a waterfall?
How will I really know if it followed through?
Perhaps I won’t.
I won’t know if I made it to the end of the river, especially not when the intention gets lost when it funnels out to the sea.