A form of suicide

Imagine this.
You need to shower, but the water heater broke.
You don't realize you can borrow
your neighbors shower.
And you're not entirely sure when the
dang machine will be fixed.
So you go ahead and grab your towel.
Shut the bathroom door.
Rid yourself of warm clothes.
Step into the shower entirely naked.
Have a losing stare down with the
ominous shower head.
The pressure on the thing is great
and you have fancy shampoos
But the water is not hot.
You turn the cold knob and the
water gushes out of the tap.
Taking a deep breath
you pull the stopper up
and a rush of numbingly cold
water hits you square in the chest.
Making your nipples erect.
Then you feel nothing.

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