I rinse off the lather wishing the lemony scent sticks, but the stench doesn’t go away

Stuck to my sense it lingers, putrid, it’s not enough , it’s stuck in my head

Time goes by, I can smell it

Still there

Obsessively I scrub, because I imagine dark patches on my skin

Pain, aggressively I scrub, reddened skin then I realize there are no patches

Burnt, I say to myself hell would surely hurt more

So I pray, that my sins are washed away only because of your mercy

The smell goes away, the smell of sin and guilt and self loathe

My body and soul, dirty and stained

I must cleanse it to purity, with water and prayer.