Dirty Clarity

Everything surrounding me is dirty. Feels dirty, looks dirty, is tainted with filth. The smell in the air reeks of disgust and shame and the odor gets stronger and stronger with every second that passes by in this motionless place. I feel vulnerable to suffocation; even my air is polluted with the debris from the past, some how floating to the surface amongst the crude and scandal . So much mire hazes my morality, so I stumble, and suddenly the smut is on me. One smear that lingers and tarnishes my unsoiled name. A name that has transcended place after place without grazing the impure and yet it is here where your word vomit lands on my precious name. My identity. On me.
These are fighting words, and my gloves are on. But it hits me that to fight would be to touch you, and to risk more spillage of your spite on my hands...my chest...on me. I cant take that risk. One smear is enough and it alone will take time to repair. So surrounded by the loathsome fiction you preach and publish as fact, I step back. Not too far though; I just want to get a good look at you before you turn to the absolute shit that you are. I want to remember you this way; stinking and lying, leaving mounds of nonsense behind you. You have an unusual fetish for drama and complication; that too is rotting away at your character. So to you and yours, those like you and those who I have yet to meet that whisper tall tales with a false breath, I now and forever bid you adieu. I see now that Im too good for this place, to good for this mess, and when you aren't lying, I can actually hear the outside; its raining amnesty.
Hard, heavy and steady its graceful cascades turn to violent showers, gushing every ounce of clarity and purity it has onto any who seek it. I do. As it barely trickles onto you, I feel gallons on my head, my arms, my hands...cleaning away any sin and stumble I may have had for the sake of experience. For the sake of getting older, getting better, and one day not ever needing this mercy rain. One day I want to be everything you are not: I want to be wiser.