the sound of running water soothes

even the darkest corners of my

withered soul.

caressed by the gentle touch

of soap bubbles

each single one tending to my

broken skin.

breathing in a heavy steam

that hangs in the air so delicately

reguvinaging my

rotting lungs.

the four walls of this wet room

are the only ones that

see me.

and i mean truly see me.

they've seen my scars and stretch marks

my bruises and blisters

my freckles and faded light

my scratches and sullen eyes

all of my imperfections

and impurities.

the only place i feel safe

just me and the water.

the water that holds me and envelopes me

more tenderly than any lover

could ever dream of doing.

nothing embraces me like running water

i could never let anything touch me that way.

from all the years that i cried

as my skin crawled and shook

the running water melts away

everything that weights my mind

too far down.

the temperature runs cold now

because my heart can't take the heat

i may not be able to

bare a hot shower anymore

but now i sit

on the white shower floor

with watery arms wrapped around me

i sit encased in

in beautiful lukewarm water.