All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
Nighttime, Eleventh Hour
Nighttime, eleventh hour.
Rain falls from the shower.
She tries to wash the world away.
But to her surprise, the faint smell will stay.
The scorching hot water is no match for the fire inside.
Behind the plastic shower curtain her torturing fears will hide.
She breathes in the steam like the oxygen she needs.
Cloudy the room seems, and on her memories her demons feed.
Her strawberry shampoo tries clean her uneasy mind.
And she takes the final rinse she realizes that it’s time.
She gets to mirror and wipes away the mist.
She can’t forget anything and she punches it with her fist.
The glass shatters and the pieces on the floor.
She holds a shard teasingly with her back on the door.
This shard is her paintbrush and her canvas her wrist.
Her lifeless face loosing color, she will be missed.