the gods spoke to me
from the depths of my
shower drain.
choking on
old soap and
blood,
their echoed whispers
soaked my hair
and stained my skin
seeping beneath
the cloudy film of
my ever weary eyes.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
the gods spoke to me
from the depths of my
shower drain.
choking on
old soap and
blood,
their echoed whispers
soaked my hair
and stained my skin
seeping beneath
the cloudy film of
my ever weary eyes.