Today the world spun twice around
When half a turn would have sufficed
I thought there was only so much of me
By now I should be empty;
With every hit I come closer to breaking
Yet here I am, still standing.
It’s best to cry in the shower.
Waters mix with tears
And with enough heat I might lose track of
What is me and what is water.
The screaming spout steaming out a soothing potion:
Moisture in the air.
Now my eyes will never go red.
The drip drip upon my head
Gives time a different metronome
And to its count I might lose track
Of minutes. Hours.
Only seconds?
My patience only last so long
I have to move, I have to leave
Eventually
Let’s hope the water stops
With the closing of the faucet.