The hot spray of scalding water cascades over me
Eyes closed, I am not here,
Transcendence.
An out of body experience.
I’m sent to a plane beyond this reality.
My atoms hum to the drumming of the water,
Leaving soft pink trails down my pale skin.
Soap suds dance down my frame,
A slippery and glistening waltz.
Rich lather of the soap cleanses my body,
Blazing surge of water over me,
Cleanses my soul.
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