bathroom floor ☆

In the palm 

Of your hands

The cold crystal particles

Molecules of water

I want you to see through me

See through to my stem, 

my inner

Translucent like lace or a lake of water

Or the slow thin hope

Slowly bleeding from the middle of our hands

I fear my life is a bathroomfloor

And i'm laying immovable

Drenched in water

Dripping and bleeding into the sink

Melting away, like silk