Sharp edges can make you bleed

Can water… Shatter?
Have you heard of water shattering?
I did.
Like glass,
I’ve heard it so clearly,
Maybe clearer in the left ear more than the right;
My right ear was always the worst,
I should check it out sometime.
But like thin glass,
Water made a crispy sound of destruction.
Just before my sight became blurry –
And I might have heard a storm breaking
Or was it a wolf howling?
Whatever it is,
According to some cultures,
It’s called breaking down; shrieking; crying.
I call it water-glass shattering,
Imagine an invisible vase perhaps, full of water,
And the shock of it falling to pieces to the selfish ground,
Soaking up the water,
At least, my definition is more understandable,
Since glass can hurt you;
Make you bleed;
React accordingly to something physically broken.
So, tell me this,
Did you hear any water shattering?
Did you bleed?
Were you hurt?
Then be careful, next time.
If you ever give next time a chance.

In the shower. 

In the shower,

Rushing water distorting my thoughts.

Then a burning fire 

Flames up in my chest, 

Spreading upwards to my head,

Fixating around my eyes.

A sharp sudden gasp escapes;

And the scene before me becomes


Water coming from the showerhead 

Or is it from me? 

I could not tell. 

I try to wash the tears away

But the more time passes 

The more the agony intensifies 

And I just want this affliction 

To desert me 

The way love did. 

And by the time my body 

Starts to calm down

And my eyes finally opens

I find myself laying on the floor

And I begin to wander 

If I was just dreaming…

In the bathroom?

There is no clear explanation.

But I refuse to believe that 

The burdens I usually carry 

Are following me even 

At my rest point;

Physically weighing me down.