Droplets, dripping, making a noise every time it falls down.
Making a splash into the bathtub, still basically empty.
Drip.
Changing temperature.
Drip.
Too hot, too cold. Too hot, too cold. Too cold. Always too cold when I get in.
Drip, the last drop falls as I turn the faucet off and sink down into the hot water.
I close my eyes and lay, a peaceful silence until another drip falls. More and more overflowing the tub.
Drip. I unplug the tub. It's still overflowing.
My last breath.
The water has gone salty.
The bathtub is overflown by tears drowning me.
Once again. I take a bath.
YOU ARE READING
𝑴𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌
PoetryJust a book with some of my poetry / writing in it I hope any that stumbles upon this likes it ^^ -------°• ♔ •°------- PS. Some themes may be dark; there will be trigger warnings for all of it. Also any images of the cover are not mine !
