Into the Shower by Amanda BullingtonI step
Slowly,
Gracefully,
Through my
Glassy shower doors
Quickly turning the taps
On to shivering cold,
Then scorching, shivering Cold,
Then scorching,
Drowning me in endlessly sprinkling cycles.
I sit at the bottom of my shower
Letting tears stream stolid paths from my eyes
Because I know the showers tears will outdo mine.
Its nice to feel compassion as I cry.
All my hatred, tears, self-doubt, theyre all washed
Down the drain under my showers faithful spray,
Swishing over me and covering my body with my showers own
Salty tears.
06/10/2004 Posted on 08/08/2004 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
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