Monday, November 19, 2007

Pink Rain

Is it hot enough?
Rubbing the soap over me
Too easy.
Take the sponge, the liquid soap
vanilla creme fills the room
Heat rises, expands.
Walls sweat.
Removing my skin, cell by cell.
Bye cells.
Removing all traces
a loofah? A pumice stone goes deeper.
Make it hotter.

I sit on the floor in the corner
Water still scalds the shower stall.
Watch my raw skin sweat pink
Towels stained with blood
Floor covered with them.
I hear the elevator hum, so distant
and wonder when they replaced the flooring with pink tiles.

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