Hot water.

I step out the tub, hunch over and groan. The scars on my wrist cant bare the hot water the way my back, curves, and feet can. Grip the edge of the sink, 'get a hold of ur life sweety'

Its Bout time i slipped out the bathroom. Smother some lotion across the souless container. Slip into a shirt that jus barely protects the skin. Its about to get complicated, or not.

Im rambling.

My hands will slide over the bed, plant themselves under a pillow or two.. For now... Ill lay on my side and breathe slowly...just for a few seconds now.. But like any other lonely person, it'll start to change...hands move, legs move, they connect at some point...rub one another as if they didnt know the other existed... These are the only hands that can caress this body with no future pain intended...

Can you see her sleep? Shes sleeping. Can you see her sleep? Shes dreaming now so go away. Leave her there to scream. Her nightmares will chase her...but go away and leave her there.