Candles with constant flames
outline the counter in the warm room.
on one rim of the tub.
A wet foot and a thick calf rest on the other.
Her voice cracks
as she tries to relay the lyrics she's listening to.
"I won't let this build up inside of me"
Broken sounds bounce off the ceramic
and fill her aching ears.
She overflows the tub with self doubt.
The elastic lies loose in her hair,
holding back her beastly mane.
The tainted eyes of a polluted woman
follow the curves of her physique.
Callused fingers with blurred prints
pick up a heart shaped strawberry.
She places it softly where she broke away from her mother,
and cursed her source.
On top of the fruit she pours a translucent wax,
and her face surrenders colour.
The more she cries, the angier she gets,
the more she feels the need to escape her form.
With her second foot on the drain she lies down.
Her bleeding back flat on the bottom of the tub.
Pink water covers the body she tries so hard to deny.
Born from a womb.
Drowning in a womb.
Until the cursed womans hands bring back the haulted life.
"YOU OK IN THERE?"