Paper Cut Eyes

Cleansed

Cleansed

I slide the big glass doors apart.

Inside, lean against the wall.

Drops of see through liquid pureness,

wash the day away.

Leaving only perception blurred memories

as the dust clears again.

Every night the same routine,

go in pained and come out clean.

Cleansed by water pouring through.

Dripping off like cleansing blood,

tears without the saltwater sting.

The day drags by,

emotions on a run.

Waiting impatiently for my twenty minutes of peace,

when water makes the worry run dry.