i feel the water as it streams onto my hands the faucet showing me my reflection in it's silver curved structure i close my eyes i have become unaccustomed to looking at myself the sight of me has become unbearable now
thoughts stream into my brain filling me with dread and anguish my breath rapidly increasing just from thoughts alone
i turn the water temperature to the left i feel the heat begin to rise my flesh begins to burn it pleads to be taken out of the lava but i leave it all i can focus on is the heat, and it is bliss
i grew up believing scars were ugly and self-inflicted ones even uglier i never had a way to make the pain go away until now, with a method that leaves no marks
the temperature is all the way up my problems, gone my fears, gone my tears, gone my hatred, gone my longing for everything i will never be, gone
i turn the faucet off all that's left is the pure redness in my hands that will go away in the next hour until once more i need to relieve myself from, well, myself