Shower
3 times a day now. Piercing hot jets spiking into my aching shoulder muscles. Spiking into my head, my twisted scalp. Steam. Water. Life force.
Wash it all away. Wash away the sleep. Wipe the sluggishness from my face.
Tingling skin. Alive skin. Even if only alive in here, in this shower. At least alive momentarily.
A reminder of times past.
And emerge renewed. Washed and clean and tingly. Red skin.
Alive.
Momentarily.
All that counts.
The shower is my Church, the ShowerHead is my GodHead! I bow 16 times & let my prayers flow with the water down the drain...
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