Shower (Poem)


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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