Standing in the tub
Curtain drawn
Red
Raw
CleanShowered by tears
Who do they belong to
I'm hurt
But at least I'm cleanTendrils of hair
Grasping for the tile
Out of reachDown my face
They stream
Finally free
They screamDroplets forming
On my toes
My ears
My noseCries unheard
By the closest of ears
Maybe a witness will
Dissolve my fearsAm I clean
Yes
Am I dirty
YesI am
Raw
Red
Clean
Dirty
HurtAs I stand
In the tub
YOU ARE READING
Lilted
PoetryIt's some shitty ass poetry. Probably best to skip the first 5 poems honestly.