Gathered inside my hand, siver studs and golden stars
glisten from the oils within my bath.
As I watch the glitter intwine inside the swirls of the drain,
had I washed away more than just the soils of the day ?
Was my pride inside those swirls, my dignity, my soul !
There's a loss, an emptiness, shame,
And nothing can wash away that which I've...
Already Lost in the Streets.....