Shower

(Note: This is meant to be slammed and I'm trying to figure how to work the whole Podcast thing, so it is meant to be listened to, not read).

I let
The artificial raindrops
Cover me
From painted toe nail up through
My legs-those damn limbs that ran too fast for too long,
To my torso where you once held my hips not too long ago
And the drops keep going
Keep going
Through my head-where my thoughts don't just run,
They walk wildly.
The drops no longer listen to
Gravity’s serenade
But go from the tile floor up,
Reversing all that is
Expected.
Washing out
Each little
Dirty drop of liquid from the sky
That tickled
A twirling dancer inside of me who
Beats a drum,
With every hurt brought to her
She pummels the pain inside of her
In that
Steady
Rhythm
That never
Ceases.
Artificial rain
Washes away the
Real stuff
And the drum beats
On.