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Lights off
Almost night
Turn on the shower
Scalding hot.
Clothes in a pile
Sagging by the door
Clouds of steam
Fog the air.
And in the shower
On a rubber mat
I sit and bow my head
In shame
And disgust
And hate.
I breathe in the mist
Beckon the drops of water
To my eyes
Hoping to borrow some tears
From the compassionate showerhead.
Darkness settles
On the walls
Knocks on the door
Time to get out
But I am frozen on the rubber mat
Drowning in water that cannot cleanse
Watching beads of wet dangle from my hair
Daring them to jump
And escape
And be free.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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the_unheard said...
Nov. 16, 2010 at 2:46 pm
One of my favorite poems I have read. The mood that I felt from reading was that of being hopeless and I can relate to it. Great job. Maybe you could give me some feedback on my stuff?
 
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