Font Color=darkvioletporcelain Tub Poem by Jane Meyer

I smell the fumes,
Burning up my nose,
As I sit in this porcelain tub,
Imagining smoky plumes.

My robe is wet,
Thoroughly soaked in gasoline.
People said I wouldn’t do it.
You wanna make a bet?

I strike a match,
A yellow flame appears.
I bring it toward my robe,
But the fabric doesn’t catch.

So I try again,
And strike another match,
I lay it on my arm,
And I’m engulfed in flame.

It covers me so fast,
The burning pain is everywhere.
But is it really worth it,
If it rids me of my past?

I can’t take it anymore.
I try to put it out,
But after a futile attempt with water,
I fumble for the door.

I’m screaming now,
My sister’s on the phone,
Answering someone’s questions,
Who? What? How?

I find I’m getting nowhere,
So I turn back to the tub,
I see it’s filled with water,
I jump in; no time to spare.

I hear a siren in the distance,
I don’t know what it means.
A fog is covering my brain,
I give up with no resistance.



There’s a blinding light,
But it’s only a bulb.
Beeping in the corner,
On my bed are sheets of white.

This isn’t my room,
It’s a hospital bed,
So I guess my life will go on,
‘Till I decide my next doom.