The Haunted Showers Poem by Dhruvikumari Sharma

In water's embrace, I sought to find peace,
To wash away the marks you left on me,
But the streams that flowed could never erase
The touch that lingers, refusing to flee.

In the shower's quiet, my tears would fall,
Hidden by the sound of the running water,
Yet now, the thought of stepping back in
Revives the echoes of long-buried pain.

I scrubbed my skin until it was raw,
Trying to cleanse your memory from my flesh,
But no matter how hard I tried to forget,
The hurt remains, still sharp, still fresh.

I tried to wash away every trace,
Your spit, your touch, your lasting stain,
But showers can't cleanse the soul,
Or ease the ache that still remains.