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Today's Shower
Addicted to dumping their trash lives on the floor,
People ruin today
Expectant for others to retrieve their food chain of social grievances
continuing a bloodline of hatred from person to person.
Awoken from serene slumber
I am forced into harsh reality
Twenty minutes before my screaming siren can make me,
I rise
emerging from the warm blanket of protection that once surrounded me
Somehow today unwinds itself in my mind,
already cogging my machine of a head with irrelevance
Routines from days past come clear
Same this, same that-
Today is another new day,
just as yesterday was my new Today.
Dragging myself down the stairs, I am greeted by a hulky teenage boy.
His dewy eyes wide with morning agitation and buoyant enthusiasm
One could see him practically vibrating with exhilaration at the bottom of those stairs.
This day I saw past him-
Too consumed with fantasies of pressurized streams,
scorching myself with scalding water until the day-break haze melts away
Tempting me with tempestuous rain before even crossing through the threshold
into the bath droplets cling like crystals to every surface
Moisture formulates
Clouds of condensation dance, filling every crack of empty space
whilst simultaneously I waste time
on the bathroom floor
That in mind, I push past him -
spoiling happiness with my garbage bag of self-interest
His light wince as I slam the bathroom door will never be seen,
but the feeling of rejection I leave to linger will outline his whole Today.
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