Stuck Poem by Matt Lewis

Thinking of a grid above a drain.
clotting blood sinks below it.
I Wash it away like my guilt.
Stains remain, they are here forever.
Reminders that can't be bleached white.
I could grit my teeth till they shatter.
Till the taste of iron fills my mouth.
These feelings gut me like stock for slaughter.
twisting their blade to my stomach and slitting wide.
just thoughts, but they cripple.
I want to know what it wants.
I've washed all this filth away.
I'm done with it, but I cant move on.