drain.
The water trembles down my face, my body,
Mixing along with the tears that have threatened to escape.
Adding to the boiling warmth as the temperature rises,
And as the water grows hotter until it threatens to leave burns it’s still not enough.
To carry me down the drain.
I crave to slip away, to dissolve into oblivion,
to be swept away by the currents of nothingness.
But the water denies me escape.
I am both a prisoner and warden trapped within my fractured mind.
Hoping to find comfort in shimmering droplets,
That burn my skin, etching and embedding their red mark.
The steam rises, concealing my anguished cries,
My silent screams echoing off the white tiled walls,
Concealing the fractures behind drained eyes.
Each drop a reminder of the depths I’ve sunk,
A baptism of pain, in waters unending.
The water trembles down my face, my body,
unable to wash away the pain within,
Unable to carry me down the drain.
