It started when people stopped bathing Or showering.
Every day before they went to work or after their 5 mile run. People just stopped stepping into their tubs Or showers To turn the faucet handles that activated Cold and hot water to fall from the plumbing.
They gradually Lost interest in hygiene. Personal cleanliness was ghosted.
Everything else mattered to them, until it didn't. Getting their kids to school on time mattered, finishing the work project by deadline mattered, visiting relatives in Montana mattered, driving to the store for groceries mattered, until it didn't. Simply ceasing soap and water on flesh.
They just stopped bathing. It's not that they were afraid of water. If near the ocean they would still run and swim in the waves, Or jump into the pool at the Hilton. No they weren't afraid of water. It was something else So slow And insidious that it was hardly noticed at first.
The domesticated animals picked up on the phenomena first. They became anxious. They scurried, tried vocalizing. They sensed a lack of intention from their care givers. They sensed a lack of worthiness inside of their humans. The animals began to wonder about their own well being. What was their future?
Once you start with a variation from normal, from routine, from tradition, the pendulum swings. The people didn't realize what was happening. Then it slowly dawned on them over time. They didn't feel needed. But kept it a secret. The secret necrosed from the inside Out. They forgot that connecting to one another Was vital to survival. Their silence could be deadly.
An idea came to mind how in depression one stops caring about certain things. What if everyone did?
i smell it on my hands, a smell, like clothes maybe. or a house i once belonged in. long gone and fixed up. i know i know it. maybe i’m insane. maybe i just haven’t used the downstairs bathroom in a while. it makes me nostalgic. i don’t know why. i don’t know how i know it and it’s driving me up the blue painted walls. i will tear down the coats and smash the mirror to know how i know this smell. it smells like old love that i ache to forget. people i once knew. people i once loved before they shed their skins, and i wore them as a scarf all winter. i flick the lock, the metal lock, and it washes away the smell. it is polluted with that copper penny tinge. so i hold the lock with my sleeve now.
You've heard of a 'heart of glass'. Well, mine is made of soap. Careless hands can gut it. Your fingernails will cut it. You lay upon me all your grimy guilt, Then leave me here, unrinsed, with all your filth. I numb 99% of my own pain, So the 1% can come eat me up again. I'll cover you, My Dear, in soft, safe bubbles; Neglect my own, but listen to your troubles.
The water droplets on your back glisten like diamonds. How can I not want you? Your hair is slicked back with shampoo lathered in your dark waves. How can I not desire you? You ever so carefully take the soap and cascade it down your arms and legs. What could be better than this? You look at me, Standing under the water, With my curls falling down on my shoulders. You touch my cheek, ever so gently, and You smile. What could ever compare to this moment? You pull me closer to you; You wrap your arms around me. Just you and I, under the hot water, with steam clouding in the air. (With the occasional bubble) ***** as ever, And still, I have never felt so clean.
Your lies have hurt , why do you talk sweetly to my face then turn around a spit them out with hate. Why do you pass around bad rumors like a mad note, if your trying to be funny well its a sad joke. You hurt me but I did not see it until it was too late. I cut off the chain that connected us. I bought a ticket to fly away from your negative space. Then I will rinse myself with soap so your hate might just wash right away.