Poached head
heat from the shower drips down the window
drips down my brain
on to the sill of life itself
a runs in the fabric of myself
runs down my leg
no
just ****** myself
sorry I will try harder in the future
2 years dry
elastic thoughts
control I fear
but it's working
back to my brain
heat things up
looking for release
from my day's anguish
all the pain I feel
just being me
and no one else I know
not sure I know myself
or what I will become to be
letting the water wash over me
trying to get some me off
washing with soap
washing my brain
hope not to fall over myself
as I get out
feel refreshed
feeling week

Have I just poached my thoughts?