Wednesday.

Some days I wake up
exhausted, pulling air in my lungs is like fingering the pin on a grenade
and I almost just do it.
Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to explode?
My heart isn't in it when I stand naked
under the gleaming metal fixture, water pouring just to cleanse and renew,
refresh and revive,
but no matter how many gallons I swallow, it's just not reaching the dirtiest part of me.
I'd empty this town's water tower twice over and still I'd be left with the murkiest insides.