Okay, first, I'd like to express a very quick rant: When my friend read this, he was all 'But it's not a poem, it's a story! That's not a poem!' And I was like 'A poem tells a story!' And he was all 'Yeah, but this is more like a story!' And he wasn't getting it. He was being an idiot. >C

Whatever.



Here's my poem, please R&R, though honestly, I'm probably not going to change too much.



Midnight Shower



She wanted a shower

To wipe away the day – busy and worthless –

Get rid of it.

Back at the Hotel room, late at night

The silver faucet from the shower

Held her naked reflection

In its temporary grasp – 

The lights began to flicker

On, off, on, off, dancing in her eyes

Flashing until she nearly fainted –

Then they stayed dead.

A definite sound of glass hitting

The floor in a small musical shower.

Everything was silent for a moment,

A minute, a lifetime.

The light began burning brightly,

Hotter and hotter until her eyeballs scorched

She squeezed them shut

Get out get out get out

She wrapped a thin towel around her waist

Scrambled out of the room

A note lay on the creaky bed

Written in childish scrawl –

“You’ve been warned,” it read

She gasped, turned around – 

Drew in her last breath

Then hit the floor with a

Definite, permanent thud.

In the bathroom,

The shower kept running.