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Aug 2015
In a broken shower,
where the cold tap
doesn’t work
and water sprays faster
than it drains,
when you close your eyes
to wash your face
it feels like wading into
Hell’s ocean.
Imagine it.
You don’t know if it’s
scarier to pretend
the water is perfectly clear
or layered in murky darkness.
Do you want to see?
Soap burns your eyes
when you panic
and open them
before any decision can be
cemented,
like your feet to that
nightmare world.


**V.K.
Divinus Qualia
Written by
Divinus Qualia  Canada
(Canada)   
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