shower

shower

A 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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Nathan Mann
Nathan Mann

Grass Valley, CA



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