7.7

7/7/0
Water running over my arms,
over my face, down my neck,
down my chest, down my stomach,
down my legs and around my feet,
Soap running over my arms,
over my face, down my neck,
down my chest, down my stomach,
down my legs, around my feet,
I don’t feel clean.
My arms are red, my face is wet,
my teeth are clenched, my hand scrubs,
my legs shake and my feet hold fast,
And I don’t feel clean.
My hand grasps, the other one stretches
the skin out like a canvas – tight,
my legs still shake as blood runs down them,
hits my feet as I grit my teeth, the pain
is such relief but I,
I still don’t feel clean.