Stepping into the shower,
into my haven
into a trance-like state.
Stepping out of the hall,
out of the world,
out of my exhausted self.
I command the water
to run fast and hot.
If it had a choice, would it not?
I watch the streams
forcing my hair into its tapered frames.
If it had a choice, would it not?
The shampoo oozes
in between the spaces of my clasped hands.
If it had a choice, would it not?
The hot water ghosts
cling onto the glass door like it's been a long time.
If it had a choice, would it not?
Stepping out of the shower,
out of my haven,
out of my trance-like state.
Stepping into the hall,
into the world,
into my renewed self.
If I had a choice, would I not?
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