"I hope that someday the blood will wash from your hands."

Maybe it was the gun, or maybe not all the blood had washed away in the sprinklers.

And at the same time, she thought: The blood will never wash out of this gown.

His throat clenched to see how much blood washed the chariot floor.

The blood washes right out in cold water.

Her smile returned, dazzling, the blood washed from her hair.

Hurriedly the body was removed and the blood washed away.

My blood washed your arms, man from another planet.

And the blood the rain didn't wash away.

She sat finally, washed the dirt and dried blood from her hands.