Purification

Purification

My head leans against the tiles.
Sadness glistens on my spine
on my breasts and thighs;
clear water-droplets.

A knock and a hesitant voice.
I scrub away the black eyes;
Yes, I say, because it's too late.
I should have bought a lock

To hang around my own neck.
I don't want you to see me,
but you cast aside
the shower curtain.

You don't know what you stare at.
A question. Yes, I'm alright.
Shame turns me away.
When you are gone,

I contemplate it.