NaPoWriMo Re-write: What happened in the attic

I ran to the sink
to wash out the blood,
scrubbed so hard it came again,
ran to the bed,
ran to the man,
and the boy would not turn his face to me.

You would not turn your face to me,
all white panic teeth
and red,
My jaw screaming at me to
scream at you,
skin bruised and empty and needing.
I told you how clean I was,
wanted you to cover me in bleach or acetone,
scrubbing until you had to hold me together.

Instead
you left me
red panic eyes
      white night terrors
a room I didn't know
     someone crying in the attic.