I have heeded my own advice

She washes his scent off her.
Its been a long time and she needs to come clean.
So many horrible scratches and scrapes.
Too much has been done and far too much blood has been shed.
Vacant is her expression as she sits there in her tub of filth.
She is lily white again and yet she can still feel the dirt under her fingernails.
That unkempt and unclean feeling.
Stained with the sins of her past.
Her perfect skin is etched with memory of dirty deeds.
She listens to the silence.
It comforts her, for within these walls she knows the sins they keep.
The horrors they would speak if they could bare them.
As she sits she moves,
as she moves she sinks.
As she sinks she dreams.
Dreams of the wrongs she could right and of the things she could mend.
The air seeps from her breast and she softens.
Her resolve and her composure so delicately entwined with her being displace.
For a second she is gone, and then she lifts her head.
She brings herself from the waters.
Reborn and revoking the sense to give her best to the underworld.
She lifts herself.
Naked from the murky waters she sees.
Everything comes clean out of the wash.