Bathtub Poem by Abby Wesson

Bathtub

Rating: 3.8


Each night I step into the bathtub
I set the knob at its highest temperature
Wanting to be able to feel it burn
I sink into a lying position
And breathe in and out deeply
It sounds like thunder under the water
The waves from the faucet gently rise
And cover me in a warm blanket
This slow drowning is comforting to me
And as it reaches the crease of my eyes
I close them
And I wonder why this is the only place I am at peace
Away from people
Away from the world
Only when it reaches the tip of my noise
Do I jolt up and catch my breath
I don’t have to cut
Or write a suicide note
Or smoke and drink
This is a good enough drug for me
And in that brief moment
I disappear and I’m home

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Peter A. Crowther 07 May 2006

Good one - well described.

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James Smallwood 13 April 2006

Well stated ownership of the release of self when comfortable in our surrounding.

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Ann Thrope 13 March 2006

I'm glad you don't need any kind of substance to make yourself disappear like that. Sometimes we all need to disappear, but you're lucky to have people to reappear to. -miss ann thrope

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