she came up behind me,
curled her long fingers into my scalp
****** in air through her teeth,
and lowly she said,
"How long has it been since you've showered?"
embarrassment is an understatement.
I laugh, shuffling nervously in my seat,
feeling beyond disgusting
she repeats the word back, tasting it
as if it were a question,
as if she didn't know
then she said it quieter.
"sad. i get sad too. try to take one tonight, okay?
do it for me?"
i hold back tears
for reasons I'm not yet sure of
I want to be strong enough to do it
but I'm not sure that I am
A soft glow in the air
Precious droplets of clarity
“I can’t believe this happened 3 days in a row.”
Lovely and kind nourishment being spread about
Singing birds and
Obviously we can’t treat mother nature this way
What do we do?
Even if she cried tomorrow, we wouldn’t
Really understand why she’s
So unapologetically beautiful when she’s sad.
it’s been years, and I still scream
halfway through the night.
I still wake up drenched in sweat and tears,
feeling his grip around my wrist.
when I take a shower, I find myself
still trying to scrub him off me.
I’m still trying to erase the
cigarette burn on my right hand,
the one he gave me when
he was drunk and angry.
sometimes, I scrub my skin until I bleed. not intentionally, of course.
I don’t want to hurt myself.
I’ve hurt myself enough over the years,
and I have the scars to prove it.
all I want is to scrub him off of me.
I want to feel clean again.
but no matter how raw I scrub myself,
the fingerprints and bruises still linger.
balanced on the lip of a tub, there's an ant trap
pinnacle of civilization (?)
i stare at it.
i cannot look away.
there must be millions of legs
standing in this tub right now.
my face is an aqueduct,
my nose the spout.
if one gets a nosebleed in a shower,
does it really happen?
i don't know
Kissing your door knobs
Trying to find your light switch
When I am with you I am home
As soon as I come in you strip off all my clothes
And let me know I am welcome here
When I am with you I am an unlocked door
Anything that is mine is yours
The window into a past from which I try to escape
When we step into the shower
And wash the world from each others backs
I want you to be the only thing that takes their place
We lay in bed and hum like microwaves
Till ceiling fan finally falls asleep
A shower does not melt away my stress,
it is my mask of fake joy
that I wear throughout the day
travelling down the drainpipes instead.
With the streaming water falling upon me,
my tears are not lonely—
but without the warm embrace of this water,
I do not feel real.
The heartbroken girl smiled after ages...
For the meteor shower up in the dark sky...
Across the hillside taught her...
"𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵...! "
I so very love meteor showers...
Today I was inspired or rather kicked into action to actually write this after reading Gideon's poem on the Perseid!
Thanks for reading this...! ❣
I vision you here, in this hot shower with me.
Washing your body down with Dove Soap.
Creating circular motion on your chest as you smile,
while I grab your waistline.
Feeling all over your back
kissing your stomach &
touching places I know I shouldn’t.
Temperature rises, the air is foggy.
I hear your voice in the mist whispering my name.
This moment is so surreal ,
until the phone rings on the counter.
& then I open my eyes,
turn off the shower,
realizing my mind is playing tricks on me.
--Close your eyes--