Abby Wesson


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

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 10, 2006

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  • Peter A. Crowther (5/7/2006 6:01:00 PM)

    Good one - well described.

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  • James Smallwood (4/13/2006 8:13:00 PM)

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

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  • Ann Thrope (3/13/2006 11:38:00 PM)

    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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