The steam of the shower burning.
The knots in my stomach churning.

Scrubbing.
     Scrubbing.
          Scrubbing.

Lather. Rinse. Repeating.

Scrubbing.
     Scrubbing.
          Scrubbing.

Skin is raw and bleeding.
Red water is rising.
But the anxiety's not subsiding.

Skin is raw and bleeding.
But the filth of you remains.
My body you have stained.

Your hands wrapped around my neck so tight,
left me gasping for air,
but when I looked down I saw,
mine were the ones keeping them there.