Not

Comforting

Finally privacy thanks to the locked door,

I collapse comfortably on the bathroom floor

 

No more yelling beyond the walls and creeks,

I can enjoy the silence and suffer in peace

 

Off with the lights and tucked under a towel to dry,

maybe just 30 minutes I\'ll lay before I arise

 

The trauma has stepped outside and locked door,

and now I\'m comfortably laying on the cold, cement tiles, curled up,

on the bathroom floor