I watch as milk is poured into a bottle through a funnel, frothing
The water is warm but warmth is not what I want so I give the shower handle another squeak and feel it get hotter
It's a bit better
But hot is not what I want
Another squeak is heard until the water is almost burning my skin
This is a sweet feeling
I feel my atoms pulsating underneath the water, grounding me in this moment
Insecurities seep out like black oil and run past my feet, frothing in the spaces between my toes and I am reminded of milk bubbles
