Karma

We didn't know Karma. Didn't know what she would do when pushed. She takes the hose like it's a dare, letting that cold blast hammer between her legs until she shakes apart, greedy for every drop. Strapped to the water bed she holds her breath until the need turns inside out, then sinks into the ropes that hoist her up, lets the burn swallow her whole. You feel her go somewhere else. Quiet. Heavy. She'll be back.