I’m terrified and trembling
in the shower while I shave…
My lives are disassembling
as I cower there afraid…
Is there an error in this game?
Today alludes I’m still the same.
The terror and the shame
betray the wounds which still remain.
And yet the core of what I speak
is stronger when unclear…
I’m wet and I’m a whore to seek
to conquer my own fear…
For it’s not strength of will
nor is it brave to face the fire…
The wavelength that I thrill
leaves me a slave to my desire.
Written by Jason Wright
January 17, 2018