I dropped it in the bath
the ink bleeding from the pages
blending with the water into nothingness
soaking into my pores like a sponge
giving them a new lease of life,
invigorating my soul.
The pages left empty as the words were absorbed.
Just a blank sheet,
back to how things should be.

The ink flooding my body,
never to be released.
But that half hearted hope weighing down on me,
pushing and pushing to release this poison from my veins.
This isn’t how things should be.