by STEPHANIE VON BULOW - March 31, 2021
Steamy, hot water trickles down,
caresses the skin with a burn.
It drips down the nose,
follows every curve.
Moments like these are low,
saddened,
beat down,
defeated by one’s own mind.
It roars in the ear,
clogged with watery thoughts.
Filled with sorrow,
despair relishes.
It is times like these,
these burrowed emotions,
manifest.
Shower thoughts.
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