Sitting in the tub,
Water washing over me,
Cleansing my tears stains,
Washing away my pain,
Down the drain,
Naked and alone.

The water turns cold,
Yet I barely move,
Too drained of emotion,
Too exhausted to care,
Am I shaking,
Or is it an earthquake?

No one checks on me,
No one really cares,
Until they need to ***,
Then it's just mad,
They can't walk in.

So I get out,
On legs of a newborn calf,
And dry off,
Realizing I never washed,
My body or hair.
-Bee