The Scum Still Remains

She can wring out her brain like a dirty wet cloth

She can see as the memories and the filth and the grime of her past swim like piranha fish in the sewer, eating up anything good in their way. 

And as she writes about all this it's like unblocking the pipes or pulling the plug and watching the dirty water swirl down the drain

But residue leaves a tide mark on the old tin bath

The scum still remains.