Every drop that I feel, explosive and unpredictable as a monsoon
With every pulsing heartbeat, banging of anvils
The perfect explanation would be that I’m shedding,
A gigantic snake of humanly traits losing its emerald skin so it can grow
Shedding skin, shedding emotions, all washing out of my temporal mind
Ashes of pain and guilt, all blowing away in a wind of complacency and serenity
Coldness of the sky-blue tile tickles my back leaning against it as James Dean would
Feeling the warm kiss water caressing me into unconsciousness
This sweet and compassionate affair of sexual feelings, enticing and welcoming
Eyes roll into the furthest region of my head burying themselves into my frontal lobe
Covered in the greasiness of my transgressions I slip down the tiled wall
Ecstasy envelops my open and gaping soul as I dig my fingernails into my chest
The blue tiled floor turns crimson with blood running down my open chest
Sucking chest wound so ragged and bare, my pain and anger bleeds down the drain
Fresh scent of a spring brook in the sunny meadow invades my open and wanting nostrils
Close my eyes and take me away to that better place of sunlight and birds’ choruses
Tears run down my face erode all expression that I’m show
Stinging and painful, all slips away down the drain into welcome oblivion
Rain stops and drips, as an old leaky faucet would do in an old brick farmhouse
Try to reach outside my warm cocoon and reach for someone or something
Something to embrace my broken down and tainted shell
A cloud of white beckons towards me as I reach for it
Wrapped around my creaky and wrinkled hand I pull it to my haggard face
Dry these tears of old, and the rest of my clean body
