We Chose!

Under the shower, I wash my eyelids so the black scenes may be washed from my eyes. I wash my ears so the black words may be washed from my mind. Water pours down, rain upon rain, over my naked body. Exhausted, I sit down on the floor. Drowned in a rain of tears drowned in a rain of water. The great choice is in my hand: like a sharp blade on the pulse of my left wrist behind the locked bathroom door. My hands tremble. I wrap the towel around my body I turn the lock – toward opening - I come out: toward the desk: the pen! ...