I bathe in my past mistakes to remind myself that they are there.
- The wine is hard to wash off my skin.
Harassed light is cut and divided
coming of the day is decayed in milk,
the haggard moon is the latest unwelcome intrusion
Detached body parts are the new order of things
retracted senses ignore the smells of yesterday,
A quiet mayhem to each passing moment,
Each thought wrenches like sand under fingernails,
Settling into place briefly has no explanatory value.
Time is retracting wrapped in plastic,
Guttural cries the sea is a bathtub of regret
Formless burdens illuminated by the sun blunted and captured
Exposed and unafraid,
I lie alone in this sea
creating waves of my own volition.
My creature comforts are forgotten here,
except for the ever-diminishing cover of the bubbles.
A porcelain deep
made only for me.
Here I lie, planning a life I'll likely never see.
a life worth living.
As the ocean's hue begins to change (red and furious)
a final thought crashes to the beaches of my mind-
-I want to live.
for the freshly
all washed away
I'm being bled dry.
The water turns a drip-drip
Over the edge.
Twisted mermaid legs
Shrivel in pain
I'm ugly and deformed.
I gave all I had to give.
So I'm bleeding
In this bathtub prison,
But no one will find me here.
Inspired by the song Bathtub Mermaid by Mili... I'm feeling bled dry, stuck in a bathtub. As if I have nothing left to give and I'm just waiting for an end to my slow death.
Let me shrink
Alone, peaceful, quiet
Calm, my body met
I had a free afternoon. So I treated myself to a bath bomb. I hadn't been able to relax in a long time.
my hair is still wet
from when i slept
(in) your arms
the night you let the bath run
my pale blue hand
hovered like a baby bird
over the mirror shards
a starry sky, a starry sky
my pale blue hand, the pendulum
drained cardinal sins
in the blood-warm bathwater
I sit in the tub, droplets hitting my face
thinking about, "You are a disgrace."
A little pink razor looking at me,
I drop my head to my knees.
I say “Not today you silvery fiend,”
as I drag my knees to my chest
I look to the ceiling and humbly plead
in a quiet voice, “Oh, save me, please.”