My head will split in two.
Drown my sorrows in the shower,
Immersed into a jet of fury,
cold, feels like ice.
Steam billows,
enclosed,
Drippings, stream down,
snaking over curves till linoleum.
Warm,
roast me like dinner,
till I'm pink.
Soft,
tenderly, fingers wrap around face,
curl, grip and pull.
Tension, stress
wash away.

Thoughts.
I think,
I dream,
I hope,
it will crush me.
Wash away.

Clean, reborn
epiphanies.
Drown my sorrows in the shower, I will.
Till better, I feel.