Blood On My Hands

there is fresh blood on my hands
i run to the sink to wash it off

but there it has been stained

a plane takes off,

a plane lands,
across country borders and hundreds of miles

still there is blood on my hands

watch the time pass
struggle through every moment
everything reminds me of what ive done
that day still burned into my mind

pack my belongings all into bags

move out of the state

try to leave all the worst bits of me behind.

but when i look in the mirror
i see a completely different person in the place i once stood

but their hands are still red.

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