If you scrub hard enough, will the blood stains fade away

Or will it leave a line of red, like a scar to remind you of your pain

Will the soapy bubbles relieve you of your mess

Or will there be reminders every time you dress

Is a new scent really enough

When the old one is still there

Tucked beneath the folds

It’s still in your care

Is cleaning enough

Scrubbing away the pain

Or is it just a way to haunt

What you want to shove away