i stand in the hot
shower and scrub, i
let the water run
hot and steamy turning
my skin red, filling
the bathroom with a
cloud of wet heat,
fogging the mirror,
dampening the floor.
it feels good to
come clean, to confess
and be forgiven, and
let things fall
or not fall, as they
are meant to be.
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