Pure

Clarity,
Come to me.
Wash over me.
Innocence trawl me,
Scrape off the dirt,
Rip off the ingrown wrong.
Scour off the evil.
Scratch my skin, make me bleed,
Tear the flesh off the bones,
Bleach my skin,
Drown me in integrity.

I want to feel normal.
I want to feel clean.
I want to choose to say no.
I want to turn down the prowling hands,
The curious lips,
The pulsing bodies.
I want to not want.
I want to be pure.