Late Night Shower
We find courage in everything when we want to carry on.
It’s past 3 in the morning
I walk down the hall for a shower
It’s not to clean but to cool myself down
And wash away the manifestation of power.
Hot or Cold, it stings either way
At least better than last time,
He went slow and only a few
I console myself of the crime.
Relief gliding down my wounds
One on top of the other like glorified crowns
I got too used to this soreness
Scars all over my thighs and shoulders.
I know he loves me, I reannounce
And so he spares my face
From the hints of blues, purples and red
He always whispers-
You look beautiful, just cover those with the lace
He loves me, there is no mistake.
I cook for him, I clean his mess
Be his late night entertainment
Even with a neck brace
Sometimes he starts a show
I count hours, like it’s a chase.
A river of crimson streaming down my body
My presence drifting away
My memories blurring out
My wild thoughts halting the shouts-
A satisfying late night shower
Courage to live through another day.
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