shower

The boiled water glides on his fragile skin,
it turns red but he doesn't feel any pain.
It stays inside like something nobody could calm down.
He feels liquid, warm, comfortable
forgets his tired flesh.
He feel sticky like the mildew stock in the corner of his shower.
Behind the door, his cat is yelling after him,
while he is to busy making love to lady heroine.
The air is warm, you lost your senses.
He could feel every single drop sliding in his tired veins.
He could hear the whispers cutting the air of this stifled space.
The water glides on his fragile skin,
but it stays inside.