Tile Floor

I always end up here
On the cold
Tiles of the bathroom floor
They seem to have
A numbing affect
They cool me down
And let me feel
Alive
Whenever I come
To get the relief
Of the sparkling object
Sitting on the sink
As if its resting apon its thrown
Waiting for me to come
Full of fustration
Wanting it to release
My tension
With every drop of red
It brings to my skin
As I slide it past
My snowy whitness
That holds me together
Only wanting to fall apart
And open up
To the cold
Tile floor
Beneath me…...................

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