Innocence Lost

Scrubbing
Hard.
Gouging my flesh
Under jetting water
Amongst mocking white tiles
Hot hot hot
And scrubbing hard
Will it ever come off
This soiled skin
Stained
Who’d have thought
There would be
So much blood
Scrub harder, feeling no cleaner
Maybe bleach will help
But it won’t clean my mind
Erase those images
Remove those sounds
Or undo my actions
Scrubbing harder
My blood washing away theirs
At least my little one
Cries no more