indifference
Only when steam encroaches upon
my reflection, do I undress
making a dirty pile of underwear
and esteem at my feet, this ugliness
just a sweating blur in the mirror.
I break a nail trying to scratch you
out of my naked skin
as I step into the shower.
Against raw wounds water is acid,
burning like your scathing indifference.
Just an hour ago,
I had put my hand to my chest
but before I spoke, you
just unbuttoned my Levi’s,
said, “Never mention it.”
You took me in your mouth
feeding your hunger with my body,
sucked me empty.
I cough up my disappointment
as the steam strangles me;
unlike your hands, leaves no bruise.
These tears were not joyous
yet you lapped them up, thirstily.
This is never the me I want
to give; it’s all you
ever take, laughing as you
spit
me
out
Black water always spirals
down the drain after being with you.
What is it that keeps bringing me back—
your filth
or the catharsis afterwards?
falling (like the stars)
i miss you, i said
calling out into the empty space
c’est trop tard———
It’s too late
she whispers into my ear
gold dusted eyes
smiling sadly
before kissing my eyelids
lips trailing stars on my lashes
before disappearing into the darkness.
That night
i dream of falling.
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Bathroom Time
(I’m not exactly sure what you wanted for this challenge, but this is what I wrote. Sorry) Going to the bathroom is a normal part of everyone’s life, but if you’re like me you cherish the time spent in your bathroom. Just think about it, you get this whole room to yourself to do whatever you dream of. I would say that 90% of the time I spend in the bathroom is not going to the bathroom. I’m sitting on my bathroom floor right now with my aching body writing this. Sure I have a bedroom but why write in there when I have a perfectly clean bathroom available basically all the time. My room has flaws. It’s freezing in the winter, on fire in the summer, two out of the three lights are out, it’s a mess, and it’s full of breakable stuff my cat could push onto the floor at any moment. Now take my bathroom. It’s always clean because it’s impossible for me to “go” in a dirty restroom, it’s small and cozy, quick access to the toilet. I mean, writing in the bathroom is perfect for me. My day consists of me coming home and then sitting in my bathroom writing for like 5 hours non-stop. I honestly can’t explain it. Just something about my bathroom inspires something deep within me and I bet it would inspire you too.