I sat beneath the shower head,
Turning the temperature knob
Higher and higher still.
That first splash of hot water
Reminds me that I am human
Reminds me as a flash of memory
Screeches by in front of me.
The hot water now feels warm to me,
As I turn the knob
Incrementally more to the left,
I need the heat, it's a need.
The hotter the water gets,
The lower my capacity to love,
And everything turns ugly,
Friendships become gossip,
Air becomes poison,
Time becomes a dictator,
And the hot water now
Feels dead cold to me,
When will it end?
