Leaning forward with my head
Pressed over bathroom tiles
I remember how I never feel safe
Except for when I have hot water
Pouring over my soft parts.
I always feel like almost out
Of an embrace
That no human
With their legs crossed over me
Can offer
In my most intimate parts.
I wonder
When will the time come
To not feel that space
That breaks me apart
And to feel warm
Underneath something else than water
To fill my unsure heart.
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