I feel supine
To take a bath
On a bleak rainy eve.
The flash of time
I bare my shape,
The nipping air
Wraps me in a
Chilling swirl;
As I shudder to turn
The shower on.
Each drop from the
Heavens above,
Pricks my flesh
Like a boring tool.
Placidly stung
I rub myself sound;
The cleansing ritual is done
But is it penance enough.
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