Wash It Away
Water runs over her arm.
She hisses.
Her cuts tingle with pain,
Her face contorted,
Her mind on high alert.
The pain begins to slowly fade,
She misses the days when she could wash it away.
She hisses.
Her cuts tingle with pain,
Her face contorted,
Her mind on high alert.
The pain begins to slowly fade,
She misses the days when she could wash it away.
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