Death in a shower

Something so fragile,
So concrete,uplifting
is fading into darkness

Each thrust with pulsing reaction
As she pulls back
the lips of her labia

Searching for the spot of ecstasy,
She realizes a knot in her stomach
But is ignored.

Because,what she is wishing to feel,
will be much more rewarding,
Nothing fills her mind.

Except pleasure from tiny rain-drops,
from her floating water fountain,
Death screams out of the shower head
And she caves into her burning tears.

She moves with skill,and soft fluids
escape,caressing her pink skin
Healing her already dead wounds of
dread and angst.

As her muscles relax,she sits
and feels guilt,an the acid rain
Fills her lungs with impurity,
A drink she is to familiar with.