Filthy Clean

I’ve stained my hands

They are covered in his blood

I scrub them under hot water until they are bruised and red

But still I feel his life clinging to my skin

I feel his disgusting hands upon me and I quiver in fear

I feel his sticky hot breath against my neck

And it makes me want to purge myself of his filth

I hear his voice grisly and breathless in my head and I am filled with shame

There is not a man in this world who I despise more

And though time goes on I can still feel his memory within me

Like a sticky residue of hatred it clings to me and tries to drive me insane

Makes me want to rip off my flesh and throw it in the garbage

Makes me want lie in tub of bleach

Find some way; anyway to purify myself

I cannot escape his ghost

But I will not yield to his desire

Broken as I am I will triumph