Shower
I stand in the shower scrubbing off sin,
but these tainted stains won't leave my skin.
The harder I scrub the more that it spreads,
the only thing changing is my skin turning red.
Soap cannot cleanse the impurity of souls.
I turn the knob hotter, but it only gets cold.
I dry off after about an hour,
but I've never felt... so unclean after taking a shower.
Copyright © Jacob Mccullough | Year Posted 2010
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