Scrub

Your blood under my fingernails

Scrub

Scrub 

Scrub

It won’t come out 

So I’ll just contemplate

Cutting my fingers off.

But the time goes by

And the sticky feeling subsides

And I miss it

Because

I miss you 

And you’re locked away,

Healing

So to make it feel real

I’ll force it upon myself.

The blade is dull

And it hurts that much more

But I will keep digging

And digging 

Until that feeling 

Washes over me

And I’m scrubbing my fingernails

All over again 

Remembering 

You