Deep Cleanse

I look down,
Into myself.
I pull back the skin;
The stench of the unclean rises.
Purple human flesh.
I reach in and grasp,
As pain shoots through me;
Fingers running through the filth.
I pull away,
But feel resistance.
All that is rotten within,
Is scoured away,
Eventually.
Yellow and accrid.
For now I am cleansed;
But the filth will be back,
Accumulating always.
So on another day,
I'll be looking down,
Deep cleansing,
Once more.