scalding water.
lavender smell.
red knees.
shaky breaths.
id like to call this sadness, but all i can feel is the soap in between my toes.
and i guess you could call it numb,
but i can feel the heat- bone deep.
i dont like to get my hair wet, when it takes too long to dry, but there it is,
floating, blonde turn to brunette.
and i am closing my eyes.
