(Feeling kind of down, so I wrote this... Don't know if it's any good, lol.)
Knees to ground;
it’s colder down here.
The water is like a gradient,
from hot to cold,
and I wonder
if I reach up higher
will I be scolded?
Joints straining,
my legs falling asleep.
Kneeling to this
shower wall.
Hands plunge into soapy suds,
and rush to face
to cleanse myself.
Drown, down
the drain
goes the salt.
Drown, down
the drain
goes the dirt.
OK pulling me up
off this curving
floor.
And drown, down
the drain
goes the sadness.
