I Once Fell Asleep on the Shower Floor

by Hannah Levy

and for once, I wasn't scared of sleep at all.
It was the clearest my mind had ever been.

            In my mind, emotions became bruised
            and the shower scrubbed them clean again.

And again, I drew hearts on steamed mirrors.
My tears salted the water as they faded.

            Warm water had been fading faster,
            pruney fingers ran through tangled hair.

The thoughts were treacherously tangled
I’d been unraveling them all the time.

            As I unraveled memories, they blurred,
            my cheek rested against the tiled wall.

I watched colder water run down the tile
and for once, I wasn’t scared of sleep at all.

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Hannah Levy recently graduated with a BA in English from the University of Colorado-Denver. She focuses mainly on poetry reflecting modern womanhood, illustrations of female pain and rage in art, and introspective works based on personal experience. As a poet, Levy is particularly drawn to distorting or adapting form, along with some free-verse poetry. She currently resides in Los Angeles, CA, with her boyfriend and dog.