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I sit in there
I don't know how long
Seconds tick as if hours
I wonder what hours will feel like
Days? Months?Maybe eternity.
The water strips me naked
Covers me in a layer of transparent
The hot drops play me like an instrument
I feel them trace down every inch of my skin
Exploring all that lays exposed and camouflaged
If i stay in a bit longer
Maybe shreds of this skin will fall off
Can the water turn me non-human?
Will i disappear if I sit long enough?
I look down at the tiny pores which rest beside me
Is this non-human enough to be trusted?
Are they wide enough to suck all these feelings which have started draining out?
The hot drops have lost there charm
They feel cold by the time they gush over my feet
Did they break into the uncharted territory?
Or did they get scared seeing what lay underneath?
I sit there alone in the dark
Letting them consume me bit by bit
I wall off and blend along
I draw in with the current
I feel melted.
I feel drained.

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