confessions from the bathroom floor
Category: Poems

I thought for a moment I could see

Fluorescent lights 

A cold tile floor

White walls

Electric doors and

 clicking,

 clicking,

 clicking 

I could smell chlorine bleach

Polyester sheets that crinkle when you lay in them

A checkerboard

An unfinished game 

drip, drip, dripping of my own life

Down a drain 

and a steamy shower

How am I still shivering even as I sear my flesh

Knees to my chest

I thought for a moment I could see

Just where I went wrong,

What made my parents’ love fade from their faces

And contort into fear

In the blink of an eye, it’s gone

And I thought for a moment

I could taste peace