ShatteredGlass
September 11th, 2011, 05:03 PM
I scrub the dishes with my hands
I look at them. They’re almost clean
I rub some more and up comes steam
Almost clean. Almost clean.
I take the brillo to my wrist.
Almost clean. Almost clean.
I rub so hard until I bleed
But still I’m only almost clean
I rub each scar until my flesh peels back
My shame is under attack
The water turns deep red
And then I see
That still I’m only almost clean.
I look at them. They’re almost clean
I rub some more and up comes steam
Almost clean. Almost clean.
I take the brillo to my wrist.
Almost clean. Almost clean.
I rub so hard until I bleed
But still I’m only almost clean
I rub each scar until my flesh peels back
My shame is under attack
The water turns deep red
And then I see
That still I’m only almost clean.