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71 · Jan 2019
The Bath
A sea of thought fills the bath
The room is empty and still
But the words gently ripple through the water
No particular direction , a container of controlled chaos
The body sits vulnerable and small
Under the darkness of a shadow
The liquid allows no movement
It just slowly rises as the corpse lies frozen
Helpless and silent , engulfed by the bath

— The End —