Psycho-Cleanliness. Not a love poem.
Psycho-Cleanliness
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Between her legs, his touch remains
She suffers, unable to forget
Begging for her innocence
Still he took her
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Her mind vacant, save one thought
Raped, abused and left alone
It hurts so much already
Still she continues
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The scalding water has run pink
She scrubs him from her skin
Lost in her memories, trying to forget
Still she cleans
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Reddened skin, blistered and raw
She washes his scent from her
Broken and lost, her tears fall
Still she washes
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Lemony-fresh bleach, bloody scrub pads
Never again. Promises to herself
Nothing left of where he once took her
Still she scrubs
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Written in 11/18/2001
Edited/Reworked 09/20/2011
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