Showering in Broken Glass

Steamy and sharp it falls upon me
collapsing with the weight of the inner fight
The shards slice through the conditioned skin
And swirl through the events of the night
With only mediocre relief in sight

Scorching the first layer of me
Stabbing the outside with reality scenes
Turning to find comfort in the warmth
Only to be faced with waking dreams
And faceless images wondering what this means

Slowly, slowly, slowly...the glass breaks in
Those top layers begin to strip away
Perhaps there are answers to be found here
As fragrant images collapse into place
Cutting with accuracy the events of the day

The sultry air is encompassing now
Wet and stinging it shows its ways
There seems to be solace in the truth of this
Even if it reveals the impotence and pain
Glass and blood slowly, slowly, slowly swirl down the drain.