Bathroom NightmaresCrumpled bloodied upon the floor, skinned knees and torn flesh, broken bones, and shattered minds, there are nightmares in the mirror, and the walls seem to move, screams boil up from the drains.Abandoned amid the slivers of glass,escape is a taunting laugh, behind closed doors that refuse to open,splintered wood, breaking nails, sanity frayed.Fists beat upon the walls, fingers pry upon the tiles, fed by desperation, options running thin, fear pumps through the veins, a shard of glass glistens temptation, but the fractured faces stare back unrelenting,Counting teeth, ripping handfuls of hair, clumps of skin litter the flo