I wash my brain with soap
I give it a good scrub
All the pain and the trauma
I watch as they spiral into the drain
I wash my eyes with soap
I give them a good wipe
I watch as the innocence and light resurfaces in my pupils
The bits of wickedness I have witnessed sprinkled across the tap
I wash my skin with soap    
To forget your slimy touch
To remove this human target colour that causes me suffering
I watch as the pieces of skin lay lifeless in the sink

Then I start again