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Jul 2019
Please move from the shower
I’ve been waiting and awfully long time
Here in my room just outside the door
Cracked open light seeping through a darkness
Humidity is higher now a days
It seeps into my pores and I shine like the setting sun ablaze
So I stand here waiting to wash my self of this
Of all of this filth and all of this day that comes down into my bones
But no you stand at the shower door for hours
I wait here for over and hour
I think to myself, why am I here why am I angry
Why do I need to shower so much my thoughts cannot move from this even though all I want is sleep
I care naught of your troubles
I just want to shower
Émile
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Émile  19/Non-binary/Texas
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