THE ONE WITH MOVING ON
The tub was empty, she sat there alone occasionally tasting the salt that passes her lips. The water from the overhead shower continues to rain down like the million things that constantly drown her thoughts. Her wet face showing the signs of the many sleepless nights and the confusion playing on her mind. The constant patter of the water against the white tub slowly calms her. Lost somewhere between reality and what she hopes for. All cried out, she stood up, a shower would do her good.