The Shower Contemplation brought fear and insecurity. She knew she had to wash. She had to wash it all off, wash it all out. She stepped into the shower. Her tears blended perfectly with the used water, as it rolled down her tired check. Echoes magnified her choking sobs, taunting her with guilt. Inside the echo of each sob, she heard her mother's voice as it softly preached disappointment and shame. She turned the water a little hotter, hoping to loose herself in the steam, wanting to feel something other than the shame. Pain, equaling the pain she felt inside, began stinging her skin. Her tears stopped and sense set in She turned off the shower.