Soapboxes

There is something in the water,
I didn't want to scare you,
Shadows just below the surface.

I feel eyes.
They look upon us
Just when we thought we were safe
Locked behind closed doors
The curtains drawn.

Naked here we stand
Drenched and shivering.
Our bodies
Little droplets make us shine
Our hair is dripping.
Insecure.
With frightened eyes.

They've found us here
And now there's nowhere left to go.
We cannot hide.

Each glass we drink
Is life sustaining,
And slowing poisoning.
Our plague.

And sure we've heard it all before
Preached off of soapboxes
With no one there to hear.

But now it's real
And we're afraid,
There's something in the water.