It is an act of self care.

Regular baptism of the self.

Intimate and innocent.

Care in the form of cleansing.

Bathed in water and light.

Whispers of the self hidden in the splash of shower water.

All is laid bare there.

There is no hiding.

No distraction in activity or dressing.

You are all that remains.

Memories of pain stripped away by hot water.

Overridden and reset in ritual.

Gentle now.

Gently still.

Your essence found in the way the water runs down.

Found in the way the towel hugs your curves at the end.

A kind of beauty separate from the aesthetic.

All is good now.

Image reinforced and the excess burned away.

For once again, you have been cleansed.