I idle in the shower.

Outside my window, bees are dutifully
Assisting flowers in their seasonal ****, carrying
Loads of dusty ***** to potential mates.

A little girl walking to school trips, the sound of her skin
Slowly scraping against the aged ground touches the edges
Of the Earth, and falls into nothingness.

A swallow, keen and alert, quickly gathers brittle
Twigs for her three eggs, and, upon finding only two
remaining in their nest, she quietly sits and sleeps.

My face erodes in the shower.