showerA Poem by Nathan Mann
I sit,
alone here. I stare, the water's clear. I listen, a heartbeat. I blink, our lips meet. I freeze, I don't exist. I swing, tile cuts fist. I sit, just as lonely. I stare, the water's bloody. © 2015 Nathan Mann |
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Added on February 12, 2015 Last Updated on February 12, 2015 |
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