At the end of a sterilized hall 

Under one flickering light 

A jagged, violent scrawl: 

“Restroom closed for the night.”

Industrial bleach stings your nose 

The chemical scent of a sin 

In his mask and his BBP clothes 

He’ll ensure that no one gets in.

He clacks the yellow belt to the door 

And casts one sharp look around 

Does he know that his sleeve has tore? 

When she grabbed it, it did make a sound…

As you continue on your way 

The questions claw at your mind

If you had only just said “Hey,” 

You’d have seen what he left behind

Yet another life is lost

To the man who scrubs and cleans 

In his eyes, they must pay the cost— 

By any and all means