Memories packed up in little bottles and boxes
Soapy liquids and creamy semi-solids
Lathering up all the shame and blame
Down the drain
The wishy washy hands of religion
In the tidy little business of cleansing souls
Sudsy claims of healing hearts and broken minds
Toss your wishes into a different well
Where dignity and beauty dwell
The well that resides deep within.
Free verse. Based on Little Soaps.