You know it's bad when the room starts to steam.
When there fog on and in the mirror
And when you can see the smoke curl over the curtains;
Because at some point, you suppose,
It turned from boiling
To burning.

Combustion is commonly mistaken for
Explosive.
But in reality
It is the action of ignition;
Not of the final breath for the burn
But for the start of it.

You know it's bad when the water is so hot it feels cold.
And you know that it's bad
When your body starts to confuse itself.
Because your body feels a hazy warmth
Yet your calves feel the frostbite of a freezer
And your face the constant inhale of masked-explosions.

And you know it's bad if you leave the tub,
Clutching your thighs,
Feeling water tickle your lashes,
Panting.