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Haunted, I glance at my reflection in the taps by the end of the bath I am kneeling and I plunge my head down into the bath water to which I poured scented oils I feel the weight of my hair tumble over my head I don't breathe as my heart beats faster I stay under the water I force myself to stay there water begins to fill into my nose and my head it stings with the pain I am gasping oceans of water my head is tossing back and forth my eyes open, all I see is the red I paint my nails with daily obsessed by the depth of colour the polish provides my hands are flat to the porcelain base gasping, chocking, I refuse to allow myself to breath my chest tightens I want to stay under the water until I can no longer stay, with no real weight holding my head to the bathtub floor I rise as fast as lightening my hair all over my face as I sweep it aside and the already overfilled bath spills out onto the bathroom floor knocking over the Sancerre and there is nothing but my heartbeat that I can hear, until at last, I can hear the notes of Florence, her album Lungs, coincidence, or other Hurricane Drunk a passing sin, to drown sorrows in the curve of a wine glass to dim the noise of a war within. © Sia Jane --- *I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death And in the crowd I see you with someone else, I brace myself, Cause I know it's going to hurt, But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.* Florence & The Machine
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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Haunted, I glance at my reflection in the taps by the end of the bath I am kneeling and I plunge my head down into the bath water to which I poured scented oils I feel the weight of my hair tumble over my head I don't breathe as my heart beats faster I stay under the water I force myself to stay there water begins to fill into my nose and my head it stings with the pain I am gasping oceans of water my head is tossing back and forth my eyes open, all I see is the red I paint my nails with daily obsessed by the depth of colour the polish provides my hands are flat to the porcelain base gasping, chocking, I refuse to allow myself to breath my chest tightens I want to stay under the water until I can no longer stay, with no real weight holding my head to the bathtub floor I rise as fast as lightening my hair all over my face as I sweep it aside and the already overfilled bath spills out onto the bathroom floor knocking over the Sancerre and there is nothing but my heartbeat that I can hear, until at last, I can hear the notes of Florence, her album Lungs, coincidence, or other Hurricane Drunk a passing sin, to drown sorrows in the curve of a wine glass to dim the noise of a war within. © Sia Jane --- *I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death And in the crowd I see you with someone else, I brace myself, Cause I know it's going to hurt, But I like to think at least things can't get any worse.* Florence & The Machine
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sia-jane
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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