She watches the ocean waves,
she wants them to wash her clean.
Wash them all clean; everyone.
If they could just flood the earth,
wipe the dirty off the world and leave the clean.
Sweep away the blood and pain.
Maybe they could start anew?
Or would they go back to the hate,
the anger and the shit she has to deal with now?
“Heal us,” she begs to the blue water.
“Heal yourselves,” it whispers back.