Scrubbing scrub scrubbing scrubbing scrub scrub
scrub scrubbing scrub scrub scrub scrubbing
White flakes fall from above
Leaving a delicate dust on the lashes of the big brown sparkling eyes.
Whirling, descending, scrub scrub scrub
The stone leaves marks
Washes away the old, leaving room for re-birth
Catching flakes on the big wet tongue.
Harder they fall
And the harder they fall the greater they fall
And the greater they fall the redder they become
And the redder they become the wetter they drop
And the wetter they drop the thicker, the heavier, they rip from the bone.
Grind grind grind grinding
The white flakes return
A dust settling on the black fur, soaked in blood
Shrill cries, self inflicted cleansing rituals
Repeated on various parts of the body
Until the body is no more.