Pull Back the Shower Curtain

once it is under your fingernails it remains

forever, you have buried yourself

how does one ever know? death

is only a state of extreme fatigue

fear like shaved hair

in a shower drain. jaundiced

one long finger disappearing behind emptiness

in the night it holds your heart

squeezes in rhythm and quicker and quicker and quicker

until your jaw is blood until you scream

stifle life

choke it with invasive thorns of loneliness

it says its thorns greedy from inside you