She steps out of the shower expecting the water to wash away those thoughts
“Let go,” she tells herself
A deep breath in…
Let.
Go.
This doesn’t take away the thoughts
Those feelings

She dries herself off with a towel
As it scrapes loudly against her skin
The idea of drying off seems silly
It feels foolish

She wants to collapse down where her feel lie
“keep it together,” she tells herself
But moving to another room that feels just as empty is idiotic

Stumbling into the next room
She falls into the bed
Disintegrating.