37. Dirty

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i don't recall there being a ditch on my way home
i don't recall falling anywhere
but i feel dirty, covered in mud. filthy
i strip out of my clothes, and step in the shower
naked, but not. i know i'm covered in mud
i scrub every inch of my skin till it turns red
but the dirt doesn't wash off
i sit down on the cold hard floor below the shower
water dripping down my hair, face, and limbs
i wipe my wet face with my wet hands
are these tears? or are these mere water droplets
raining miserably on me?
i try to get up but my knees are weak
because i am too
i've got bruises to cover me up
arms, elbows, legs and even neck
choking me. and everyday the pain increases
the bruise gets deeper. but there's no remedy
no medicine to heal these wounds
and no soap, no scrubber to wash off this mud
i feel weak and filthy
no. i am weak and filthy.

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A/N

Love,
Anshara.❤

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