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?

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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(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.