Twist of the handle
And I relieve my threads.
As I pull out the fixture to hear
A sound spitting up above.
I've fallen to the floor
And I'm dropping fast.
My knees held tight up
Against my chest.
Staring into empty space,
Watching clear, translucent
Aqua twist into nothingness,
My eyes tight, yet bulging out.
Unrelenting artificial rain
Courses smooth through the air,
Crashing down upon my head,
Echoing tranquility.
Watching as the water
Slips down off the lip of my crown,
Gazing sternly; Searching for what isn't there,
For I believed blood was coursing through my hair.
