Bath

By Carly Floyd

4/14/10

Draw a bath

And sink into the warm water

No, not warm, hot

Almost boiling, but

I am cold.

I lay there,

Trying to bring heat to my body.

Thinking about the shouts and arguments

Of nights crying myself to sleep

The things that mark the passing of time

Of existence.

I sink under the water

Trying to wash the tears off my face and

For the first time

I seriously consider -

Should I stay under?

Let my family find me dead, maybe

My corpse would cause them pain.

Make them feel guilt.

Would it be like falling asleep?

No - I know

Drowning is a terrible way to go

Suffocation, and death throes

As water floods your lungs

So I rise, and inhale

Lament

Not even death can come easy to me

So as the water grows cold

I rise, dry off

Drain the tub

And prepare to face the world outside the door