I scrubbed and scrubbed
At this red blood stain
Crying and screaming
That this couldn’t be so
A stench filled the air
But on I kept
Scrubbing at this never ending
Torture
I hid it
Covered it
But it always shone through
This stain that would never go away
Is it the stain on the shirt?
Or the stain on my soul?
That bothered me
Day by day
Night by night
Just scrubbing and scrubbing
Until my hands bleed
This filthy
Horrible
Stain I have
Not wanting to use the precious blood
To clean
I screamed out in despair
Will I ever be free?
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