Curled up on cold tile
Water grazing tense skin
Thoughts flooding a restless mind
Feelings rising like steam
Awakening like numbed fingertips
Vulnerability speaks here
Singing of choice and self
Awareness washing away fear
Instinct shadowed by need
New beginnings embracing flesh
discovery and destiny wait there
Curled up on cold tile
Life is decided here
Shame and vermilion cheeks
Snaking down drains
Like repressed memories
Where happiness like fleeting butterflies
becomes elusive and teasing
And complacent in being just enough...
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