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2004 Poetry She stands under the hot stream of water,
letting it soak deep into her aching flesh.
Scrubbing intently hoping to cleanse herself
from the horror that lingers deeply within.
Wishing her scull could open and be rinsed
free of the memory of that vile act upon her.
Seems like there will never be enough soap
to clean her to where she was before this event.
Lathering and using a hard brush on her body,
attempting to clean away the filth she feels within.
She crouches down shaking close to the drain,
her rape fresh in her mind, as she begins to cry.
