You touch the water and recoil
I touch it and it comforts me
My hands numb to the pain thw water should create
My skin, bright red but unfeeling
This pain doesnt leave a constant reminder
Like the lines on my arms.
The lines I tell everyone was just a work accident.
"Its from the oven, just an accident."
Now I resort to the water,
Always going back to the steaming water.
Why wont I learn?
When will I learn?
Turn up the heat.
Turn down the pain.
Boil away the fears,
The red skin, now a familiar face in a crowd.