Attempting to relax
Eyes closed in the tub
Blocking out
Anything complicated
If ever it get's lukewarm
A foot touching the ground
I know you'll pull me back
Deeper, deeper
Comfortable again
Hotter
Your presence embracing me
Our bodies intertwined
Now, head under water
I've stopped breathing
Face red hot
Yet the cold
Inevitable
YOU ARE READING
Evanesco
PoetryWriting about depression, bipolar and confusion. From personal experience from when I was swallowed in darkness and failed to see the light all around me.
