Who am I to waste our water?

I lay at the bottom of the shower

I let the scorching drops dig into my side

Wishing the skin would melt off and

Join the acid in the never fulfilled drain

The water falls and surrounds around me

Constraining me

Constantly reminding me of what has

brought me to a never ending shower

of doubt and hate.

I leave the infant in me

She questions how she grows into a wasteful slut.

But soon she will see.