Bath Time

A short poem about a sexual assault survivor

A normally happy time

Now dripping in anxiety

She washes away the hurt

Scrubbing at red skin

Long past being clean

She rids herself of evidence

Not looking down

She doesn't want to see

A body tainted by his hands

A normally happy time

Now the tub is drained

She sits, empty and alone

Author's Note

I'm pretty proud of how this one came out. What do you think?