to shower.

Under inflamed raindrops
I flinch from the temperature -
I reach to turn up the heat.

Exhale deep
inhale steam
suffocating my pores.
I find myself waiting to melt.

If my skin were to seep,
peel away from muscle tissue and bone,
run off like paint down the drain,
would you see me then?

Would I be pretty, then?
If I was nothing
but exchanged tension in muscle tissue,
organs chained to their duties.

Under plus size skin
my heart still beats similar -
every body functions with slight difference to another.

I turn up the heat,
imagine myself melting
flesh drizzling from my frame
into the drain.

If my skin were to seep,
peel away from muscle tissue and bone,
run off line paint down the drain,
would I be human, then?