Scalding hot water did more for me today than all the sex in my life ever has. I sat under the faucet, and the blinding heat and steam made me into a faucet too. My body shivered: it was rested but fatigued from the infection antagonizing it. Cold in my chest but millions of tiny cascading droplets that seared when they struck me if they hadn't already left for the world of vapor.
Sitting on the shower floor. Head bent, submitting to the dazzling onslaught of Hades spittle. My thick hair can't stop them from beating a frenzied beat on my scalp. Not to be outdone, however, my brain makes angry pulses that fly outward to meet the force of the incoming spray of heat. Thoughts and throbbing spears of headache are dispatched with speed, and fly like sparks from a welder's torch. My scalp and skull bones are like WW2 Poland, beset on either side by hostile forces: a battle fought with no regard to the battleground.
water water water water. drench me in some water water. it heals and destroys all, even Harry Potter.
Baby Beluga
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