So...this is kind of deep, I suppose, in a way. I'm having trouble recalling when exactly I wrote it and why. Or even how I was feeling at that particular moment. Anyway, enjoy. Or ponder. Whichever comes first.
~Vicki
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You step out of your dust ridden clothes and into the beaming spray of hot water. A sigh of relief and finality emanates from you as you run your hands through your knotted hair. The layer of grime you feel on your skin begins to thin as the water runs down your arms and legs and body, taking with it the dirt of the day. But the dirt isn’t the only thing you’re trying to wash away under the steaming water.
The events of that day are coiling themselves in your hair, or even perhaps of days before and beyond. That sick swirling of thoughts in your head will not cease but only for a moment while feeling the beating pressure of the hot water on your back. Somehow it is a pause button on your life.
The dirt packed under your fingernails is the reminder of bitter memories that won't relent. The dirt caked between your toes won't let you utter the words that leave a bad metallic taste in your mouth. It tastes like pennies.
A scowl overcomes your features as you hastily scrub away the dust clinging to your body and close your eyes at the memories flooding your mind.
Everything always happens too quick, too fast. Regret soon follows. Sadness falls into stride beside it.
And not matter how hard you try, you cannot escape it.
