I am inside the hot bubble bath
Up until my chin
covered in soft lather.
My toes and fingers white and wrinkled,
with each fluid atom
Rolling across my body
Likes waves along the shore.
And then, I was consumed with pain.
A sudden gush of pain
Rising from my stomach
and right through my head.
Drowning in the grime of my body
I panted for breath.
Alas, there was no help!
I quickly pulled the drain stopper,
And waited as the grime settled onto my body.
Quiet and calm, I regained some strength,
Touched the white edges of the tub
with my fingers,
And closed my eyes again.
This is how it will end!
When it does, I will be covered in grime.
My wrinkled body losing
Control of itself.
And there will be no one to
witness me going away,
Grain by Grain
through the drain.
But, I will have my solitude
by my side.
Like the coldness of the empty tub,
Like the sludge and froth sticking to the skin,
When everything else is flushed.
Picture by Naomi August (Unsplash)