Comb from my hair
this tongue from my skin
scraping out from my nails
the remnants of my sin
I am washing you away
trying to remove a stain
I can't bear to wear
anymore
I am finding you
in unusual places
dark circle under my eye
a bruise on my thigh
how did you get there?
yet I try
I preen I pick
still signs of you
it makes me sick
if only water could make me clean
would wash away where you have been
I try
washing this from my soul
the once clean place
you've made so dull

04/18/2005