Terry cloth leaves marks of hate
Across wounded skin
Angry red
Absolute pain
As the terry cloth scrubs off
Layer after layer
Of tainted skin
Impure skin
Layer after layer
Blood staining the white
A gleaming red
Layer after layer
You are no longer scrubbing your skin
But your soul
Trying to cleanse what
Cannot be cleansed
Layer after layer
You scrub
Welts in the skin
Blood on your hands
The cloth on your heart
Layer after layer
You scrub