Bright white tiles, shower stall, and my eight minutes. I simply face myself in the mirror. Her fingers are showing nicely on my face. I only see a wry smile on my face and adjust the water to lukewarm. I take off my shirt, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes. Get under the lukewarm water.
For how long have I been here? About an hour and a half? Since then my d**k has erected a dozen times, millions of forgotten memories ripped up, and I already feel my demons roaming around me. Demons of grief, fear, remorse, and isolation. The demons of failure to be a proper husband, of being one day apart from the scalpel, the demons of torture and bad experience. The fact that it"s a joke that you can be whole all by yourself...
I don"t trust anyone... Including myself. I lower my head down for deep
