You wash up the blood first
from your hands,
from the blankets,
from inside the car;
but when you leave her at last
and commit her living
to memory, something is forever stained
and nothing is
as it w...
You wash up the blood first
from your hands,
from the blankets,
from inside the car;
but when you leave her at last
and commit her living
to memory, something is forever stained
and nothing is
as it w...