shower thoughts

I turn the handle,

as hot as it’ll allow me.

Tracing the curve of my back,

it forced itself upon me.

We became one and for that i am grateful.

I was wishing I could explore

the carefully constructed canals

with corrupted childhood curiosity.

Hair brushed back in thick condition;

a deceiving apple scent with a taste so bitter.

Drip by drip,

limb by limb.

I made my great escape!