The water rises cold against my hips, the blue
peppered tub harbors the rose fluff petals that swell against
my feminine cuts; I am immersed in a free feeling tone of longing
I become dust and shadows,
White rabbit angst clings
to the rise and fall of my footsteps
as they make numerous twists and turns
headfirst into the underworld urban woods.
In the darkened room the peeling paint
seizes the form of a twisted angel
one wing shielding her eye, from the light.
Spilling through the corner of a window, a whisper
A yellow glare falls on
the twists of wood
the hard white crusts;