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No More Wash & Rinse

No More Wash & Rinse

A Poem by Marie Harrison

Death's beauty parlor.



No More Wash & Rinse

Suck the marrow from my brittle bones,

Drain all of the blood from my body.


My soul has already departed,

Long before I was brokenhearted.


Speak of me only in silence,

For I am only in past tense.

Future perfect is for the perfect.


No longer will I

Wash and rinse my hair,

For the dead have no

beauty parlors.



© 2010 Marie Harrison

Author's Note

Marie Harrison
The weird things insomnia presents us with in the wee hours of the night.

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I absolutely love this. It's hard to find poetry like this piece.

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Added on September 10, 2010
Last Updated on September 10, 2010
Tags: Death, Beauty, Loss


Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA

Momma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..