Bright white light bulb
Bathing my bedroom
In artificial sunshine
Trying to purge the space of all its impurities.
I burn in this crucible
I bathe in the purging of my own poisons.
Razors push themselves out of my pores
As I rest on my white fluffy coverlet
Letting the white light beam down
Illuminating each and every
Imperfection.
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