Hot Shower

[dara.cv]

No need for gradual heating,
mercy in war is saved for the public scrutiny,
this is personal.
I barricade myself in,
the glass as delicate as my emotions
which surround me on all sides.
I turn the lever to full force
and face the assault head on.
The initial pang is only transitory
Shocking me into a desensitized ease.
The bullets of water ricochet
upon their bombardment,
leaving only redness from
the sting of their assault.
The steam scatters,
into a cowardly fog
I find easy to hide within.
The heat becomes all too familiar.
I wish the glass would shatter
but I don’t want to leave this shelter
Room temperature now feels too cold.

[AuntShecky]

Oh, I KNEW there was something I forgot to do today! (JK)

Interesting topic, which only goes to show that if we try hard enough, we can wring a poem out of almost anything, even everyday things like a shower.