Warm, soapy water,
Filling a dented sheet of metal.
Heat escaping.
Slowly,
The spiralling steam surrounds you,
Smothering you.
The warm, soapy water
Is not so warm anymore.
The steam leaving you cold.
Soapy and cold,
The bubbles vanish,
Leaving a sting in your eyes.
There is no warm, soapy water.
Just a murky, cold memory.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Warm, soapy water,
Filling a dented sheet of metal.
Heat escaping.
Slowly,
The spiralling steam surrounds you,
Smothering you.
The warm, soapy water
Is not so warm anymore.
The steam leaving you cold.
Soapy and cold,
The bubbles vanish,
Leaving a sting in your eyes.
There is no warm, soapy water.
Just a murky, cold memory.
