Obsessed-Poem

This is my abstract and artistic take on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

 

Obsessed

 

The girl washes her hands.

Thoughts flood her brain or rather,

one thought.

It repeats.

 

 

The girl washes her hands.

The tap water rinses her knuckles,

pearly white skin wrinkles and scars.

She scrubs until it’s red.

 

 

The girl washes her hands

pain deepens soon to itch and sting.

She feels as if this is only the beginning.

Her fingers start to prune.

 

 

The girl washes her hands.

will she never be rid of this torture?

it gnaws away at her joints,

quite literally.

 

 

The girl reaches for the handle.

She inhales deeply.

“It’s time to stop.”

but the water still runs.

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