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.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
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.
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