An Untimed Shower
Seafoam dreams massage deep into my scalp,
as uncomely thoughts drift drain-ward destined.
A warm, white noise water rush of comfort
cradles me back to the days of my womb home,
with the only goal of growing and thriving.
11/9/19
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2019
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