The water crashes down
like microscopic razor blades
shredding the paper like sheet
encasing my body.
Steam echoes off
as a new shield wraps my open wounds.
Muscles fight every crack
of movement:
no grasping the soap
shampoo cap stays closed,
only the ringing
in my ears to keep me company.
Curtain soon ripped open
freeing the armed
brisk air
waiting to pounce

waiting to leach onto my new shell
returning me to reality
once more.