Still in the bath it seems. I
reach to the side of my head and turn the tap. It screeches in my ear and I
jump with fright and yell out, hurting my throat. I haven’t spoken for two
days. The cold water splutters out and I drink down what I can get into my mouth,
Jonas you have a train to catch, the rest soaks my tee-shirt and darkens my jeans. The water hits my stomach like gasoline. I slither and slide in the tub
as I try to get out. Tears sting my eyes.
4 comments:
(Hugs) Beautifully deep, but oh so sad sweet friend. You're in my thoughts.(Hugs) Indigo
I feel like this.
beautiful...hauntingly so...
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You have such artsy writing skills here, I enjoy it :)
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