I took showers more often than not
Thinking
If only the water circling the drain would carry my memories of him away with it
If I got the water just hot enough
It would scald him away from my soul
If I scrubbed my body just hard enough
It would wipe away the places he had touched my skin
It worked for a time
my mind clearing as steam clung to the bathroom mirror
But as soon as I stepped out
Dried my skin and let down my hair
It all came back
A mocking flood devouring ever inch of me