Midnight meets me in the shower


midnight meets me in the shower.
I grasp wildly for the happiness I no longer feel,
hoping to find it in the hot water that pounds
against my skin. the water starts to blur
my vision. it clouds my mind, and assaults
my better sense. the ceramic walls are cold
on my skin. searching for answers, I drown
my thoughts, my logic. this broken part of me swears
to never show herself, to never let them know.


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