Alex Soldo- A Poem

Tar Soap

she trembles under the frigid cold
of the shower
aching                                                                                              
standing with her back to the water
as it pierces her with ice needles  
her hair blackened
stuck to her damp skin and leaking liquid
steel pipes spitting out their never ending stream
but it will never reach
the insides
to clean the pollutants
she cannot reach