Two PM on a Saturday,
Stepping into a shower.
Water so hot it feels cold
Running down the
Canyons of my skin.
Weight on shoulders,
The gushing shower head,
Whispering comforts
Creating a sense of peace.
Legs start to ache
As minutes accumulate
Weight becomes stifling,
Sweet shampoo smells sickening,
The shower head warps
Transforming into a snake
Wrapping around my throat.
Peace shatters into panic
As I slice my feet open
On the jagged shards,
Forcing me to collapse.