Self-love.

This morning,
I drank myself drunk on honey-soaked hibiscus tea.
Rubbed my own shoulders to the sounds of Sade.
Swallowed my shame.
Sung my reflection sonnets of love poems long left unsaid.
washed your words off my skin
and
watched them sink
in
to the shower tile scrubbed clean with bleach and positive affirmations.
“Not enough” and “too much” screaming one last rebuttal from beneath the drain.
I placed a rose behind each ear-
placed my palms together in prayer.
Fell onto my knees
and in,
to me.

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