When I shower I often crouch to the floor of my tub and let the scalding water burn my back
Prune my fingers raw.
Sometimes,
I like letting shampoo creep into my eyes
I like to think that the suds travel so far that they touch inside my head and wash my emotions clean.,
It stings.
When I cannot cry anymore, I pretend the water that runs down my face are copious amounts of tears that are never ending.
My theatrics get lost in translation,
Only to be understood behind my bathroom door
Some Poems 