A shadow lives in my shower
standing still and
still standing in the dark
born from the drain—
whole and imperfect
she is
a septic Venus de Milo
I’ve seen her,
black like the fog
of retinal detachment,
in dreams, nightmares
fantasies, behind
the mildewed curtain
crying stillwater
mothering the mold
between loose grout
taptapping her yellowed nails
on the soapstained tiles.
she uses my shampoo,
leaves waterbugs
on dirtied porcelain
like chocolates on pillows
or horse heads in beds
I let her,
it’s a small price
to pay for her silence

Alyssa Ciamp is a scientist, a writer and someday a ghost. Find her on twitter @ClinicallyChill.
*photography by Alyssa Ciamp
