Skin,

eat this water.

 

It is necessary.

 

Warm , salty water crawls,

down chiseled cheeks,

rolling off a hero chin;

no sustenance. 

 

Jets of hot water slap,

my thick hair and blank face,

my skin refuses to drink it in.

 

A ghost walks into my shower,

observing the way I am curled up,

helplessly soaking in chlorinated fire,

no chemicals kill these feelings or memories.

 

The ghost sighs,

unable to affect me.

 

A lonely time,

with delusions for company,

and the weight of loved ones' feet,

pulverizing my fragile, fleeting sanity.