I don't want this shower to end.
I don't want to step
Outside,
Naked and unprepared to
Face that damned world. 

I don't want to leave the flimsy steam
And concentrated droplets
That glean over my eyes
Behind. 
I'm not ready,
I said I'm not ready. 

But I escape out into frigid isolation,
And I hear
The fire of my utmost being,
Shrieking,
While it tornadoes down the drain.

It's found later,
Dead from asphyxiation.