Sunday Cleaning -Dill

I try to make myself look as small as I feel

So I get a blade made of steel

And I make a mark on my unstained skin

And I let the blood run cold

I stare at the ceiling

Letting my blood fall

I draw a bath

I sit fully clothed

Bathing in my own blood

The water is red

Like a bath bomb exploded colors into the water

And like a bath bomb my blood will stain the tub

And I will then start to scrub

Scrub at my skin and my scabs

Until I have nothing left of my skin but red

Raw and pink

Sandpaper is the cleanser I use

Letting my skin fall off

Letting my blood run dry

I am dying so slowly

So painfully

But I am still here

Blood stained

And skinless

Cleaning up the mess of my brain I left on the floor

Bleaching the floors and the bath

Making sure it's white as snow

Making sure my blood is mine alone