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Sometimes....

Really late at night....

I take a hot shower...

And while I'm in the shower, I think of you.

I think of you and quietly, carefully pull the worn silver plug to turn on the bath faucet. I run my hands under the faucet. I run my hands under it, with the water so hot that my hands blister, and while my hands are blistering, I turn the steaming water hotter and hotter, until I'm screaming of pain

  and delight

  and terror

  and joy

thinking of you and how if you were here, I'd hold your head under this faucet and boil you

  drown you

  strangle you

until the gentle thunder of water and blood dripping from the faucet and your hot, blistered corpse strikes me deaf.

I think of you every morning, when I am bathing, and cleansing myself, when I could have you here and cleanse the world of the greatest filth ever to walk the streets.

Description
Sometimes....

Really late at night....

I take a hot shower...

And while I'm in the shower, I think of you.

I think of you and quietly, carefully pull the worn silver plug to turn on the bath faucet. I run my hands under the faucet. I run my hands under it, with the water so hot that my hands blister, and while my hands are blistering, I turn the steaming water hotter and hotter, until I'm screaming of pain

  and delight

  and terror

  and joy

thinking of you and how if you were here, I'd hold your head under this faucet and boil you

  drown you

  strangle you

until the gentle thunder of water and blood dripping from the faucet and your hot, blistered corpse strikes me deaf.

I think of you every morning, when I am bathing, and cleansing myself, when I could have you here and cleanse the world of the greatest filth ever to walk the streets.