I feel the streams of water on my skin.

They wrap around my body like slick eels

who slither down my arms and legs of pins.

The curtain rustles from the wind I feel.

The crack in the window lets in the cold

chill of winter regardless of Duct steel.

The dorm bathroom is ugly and years old.

The shower spout is green and brown with age.

I think I even see a little mold.

9:40 pm  •  28 March 2012  •  1 note