• i stand,
    clothed in uncertainty
    and a trace of doubt

    (also known as my underwear)

    watching warm water
    flee cold metal
    and embrace my skin

    (slip through my fingers, sad showerain)

    praying emotion will
    wash away and leave
    this flesh be

    (still hope remains)

    no tears, so
    no outward sign
    of suffering

    (i am mute and incapable of grief)

    my wet skin weeps.
    you ignore and pretend
    i'm not who i am

    (let us drink to denial)

    choking from too much
    everything
    i stand, you turn away

    (we shall feast on denial)