The shower runs
Both hands on the tiles
Break everything but character
Break nothing but myself
Light cracks through the door
Render me still
Deflection. The ruse
The red herring was always the muse
Breath held on a word
It’s time to be stifled
A shadow is cast
Hot water drips down
His clothes folded neat‍
Nothing can die
The care is kept deep
But when I stand out
My elbow is held
And so is my throat
Rain Check The Reality Check 