Rag

Torn from angers cloth

I wipe my face 

dripping blood

as a solution

to clean 

the raging agony spilling 

from my eyes

weak solvent 

bleach is of the past

I cleanse with red longing

and dry with the hollowness

of my cries

take what you will

the floor will be scrubbed

remove your hope I can't reach

I'm done

but if you return

take off your words

the floor is easily stained 

and some stains

never come out