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i used to spend hours in the shower as i child, playing out make believe wonders 'til my fingers were prune-y and the water turned to ice. now my adult mind is a constant blur of to-do's, and tick-tock's, and never being satisfied with the amount of time in a day and is there ever enough of it left to just soak. today in the bath, i loosened my mental grip and leaned into the grooves of a younger brain as i stared at my ***** hair pulling it towards the sky and in the place of coarse keratin rose a tiny forest, on a tiny island, with two, looming mountains emerging out of the sea beyond. i rose to a seat and embraced my knees as my shins turned into textured tree trunks. the water still draining from around my ankles, rinsing off the day, rinsing off the clock, i took special care to give every part of me affection and attention, i tickled my armpits and my ******* kneaded in between my thighs, hugged my shoulder blades. and as i bent over to clean in between my toes, i wondered how many people take the time to wash their feet in the shower.
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:32 PM UTC
Send time down the drain
i used to spend hours in the shower as i child, playing out make believe wonders 'til my fingers were prune-y and the water turned to ice. now my adult mind is a constant blur of to-do's, and tick-tock's, and never being satisfied with the amount of time in a day and is there ever enough of it left to just soak. today in the bath, i loosened my mental grip and leaned into the grooves of a younger brain as i stared at my ***** hair pulling it towards the sky and in the place of coarse keratin rose a tiny forest, on a tiny island, with two, looming mountains emerging out of the sea beyond. i rose to a seat and embraced my knees as my shins turned into textured tree trunks. the water still draining from around my ankles, rinsing off the day, rinsing off the clock, i took special care to give every part of me affection and attention, i tickled my armpits and my ******* kneaded in between my thighs, hugged my shoulder blades. and as i bent over to clean in between my toes, i wondered how many people take the time to wash their feet in the shower.
hepaamon
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:32 PM UTC
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