Late Night Shower

We find courage in everything when we want to carry on.

Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash

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,
I reflect-
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
I smirk-
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
Loud bludgeon-
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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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 & 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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