i spend the most time in a room with white tiles.
there are curtains and water and a big mirror covering an entire wall.
i turn on the shower and get ready to undress.
i stare at the reflection of my body,
naming all the imperfections i can see.
the water is still running.
i turn around to make sure the door is locked,
for what i do next doesn't deserve to be seen by anyone,
and once i'm finished with the wrenching sounds,
i look at my body again,
only to see no difference.
the water is still running,
it's my vicious cycle.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
