• Standing there, the water pouring down
    She was silent, thoughtful, still.
    The heat rained against her back,
    Soaking her hair, forcing it to stick upon her skin.

    A lavender scent was floating,
    The remaining bubbles still clinging against her back.
    Down, down into the drain,
    Rinsing away the soap.

    Her feet stood firm,
    The dividers of the water,
    Like a watershed to the streams.
    Arching her back against the heavy heat of the shower.

    Slowly, lifting her head,
    Into the pouring stream,
    Opening her eyes, letting in the light.
    A purple sea in a blackened world.