Crying, sobbing, weeping
in the steamy bathroom
with my face on the cold counter top
and the water running
My lungs aching for cool air again
My body dying.

One hand clenching a towel as if
it could save my life
As my mind trips back to the past
and torments my emotions
until I can no longer stand to think.

The tiles on the wall are
slick with moisture
(is it my tears?)
and I am falling
                falling
                        falling down
 and my hand falls open
        and I release
                my release.
 

    - ariel