Bathing is a love language
Refreshing as red roses
Exciting as sunflowers

Bathing is an act of self love
Relieving as escaping an abusive relationship
Indulging to a spoon of ice cream
Bathing is comforting

It's the first cup of coffee in the morning
Soothing as a cup of coffee after a bad day

Bathing is another way of saying, ' I am tired but I still love you.'

I have exhausted myself of watering these eyes with tears
But am thirstiest for revenge

A collection of words dancing upon the blank
canvas of my screen.
Mocking me, they sit
unaudited, unfiltered, nonsensical strings
of words that fit so beautifully,
so tempestuous, they sit
together.

A bag for this & a bag for that
I look around and see a sea of scattered things
Scattered fears & I'll put you here's.

I got a bag for today, bout ten from yesterday.  In my living room lies a thousand more. Reusable bags from companies that I let take up space. Then there's diaper bags, 2 of them to be exact. But I don't use them.
I got shoulder bags, book bags, business bags, laptop bags, a stripper bag.

I got paper bags that I use for garbage, I got a plastic bag in the can, I got handbags & they all holding nonsense.

Every bag has a story but I don't think every one is important. I done told this story of my youth and my hurt for far too long. I aint tryna grow bitter as I grow old. I think it's time some of these bags go.