I’m watching the water,
Swirl, escaping down the drainpipe.

The water, on my skin, has turned cold.
My beating heart, is missing beats.
And I’m just staring at the drainpipe.

I could move;
But I can’t.
I could try and help myself ;
But I’m drowning.
Drowning;
In the idea of you;
and her.

The water is soapy.
It smells like roses;
And the light is flickering.

I wish you knew rose was my favourite scent;
Or that my skin feels smooth;
Or that my lips taste like raspberries;
but my feelings were slipping;
down,
down,
down,
into the drainpipe.