The Bathroom Floor
Two palms
face down, on the
wet countertop. It carries the weight of the world.
drip
drip
drip
Water pools to more
water the more water collects
in rivers of water cold stinging water that
runs down deep newborn valleys between my naked eyes;
I forgive you, yes, i forgive you for
leaving the windows open and bare for the
grey thunderstorm to pour in; in a rapid
drip drip drip drip drip crashes and surges and roaring of tides that
live by swallowing; greedy mouthfuls
wash me out through my naked, raining eyes.
-
Clumps of broken
promises and fragments of soul are left
dry and dusty, shoved on high shelves water cannot reach
make themselves at home; weary with age.
Instead I drip myself out onto the
countertop; little streams out of my ears and mouth and windows
with shattered window panes that drip drip drips into
red and red and redder that runs in the rivers down the gaping valley and seeps down the drain so that
the freshly cut red lakes on the bathroom floor
and the parched ache of dull inner walls;
an ocean of emptied water may convince myself
that i am not drowning.
- girl and her pencil
YOU ARE READING
midnight rain | ₐ bₒₒₖ ₒf ₚₒₑₘₛ
Puisi"i try so hard to help other people because i have no idea how to help myself" things will get better let beautiful, painful flowers grow from the places where you wept
