Short Poem.

Turn the shower on.
Hot water for a cold soul.
Water beads up and falls
from your charcoal hair,
and the house is quiet
but for the sound of rain
hitting plastic
and washing itself away.
You can’t stay
in there forever.
Life goes on,
no matter what the weather.
No matter how
cold you are,
the sun will still set.

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