The water from the showerhead spikes into me, each drop a dagger. The water's so hot it burns like the scarlet letter. Change of pace. Down goes the dial. Make the aqua so cold it numbs my soul.
Okay, I'm a prune now. Soap, you betrayed me. How can I be clean when i feel so dirty? Pull the plug. The secrets don't go down the drain...they float up and haunt me.
Guilt. Shame. Jealousy. Deception.
How could I breathe? I would've drowned long ago with all this thrown at me.
I'm only one person. How can I move a mountain? Blink, and I'll be gone.
I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry. Ignorance is bliss? Fuck.
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