down the drain



Sometimes I wonder if I can wash away my impurities and sins by just sitting in the tub surrounded by the bubbles and the foam and just makes little waves with my hands and swish them 'till they're bigger and bigger and bigger and huge enough to drown me; to drown my sadness and anger and frustration and disappointments and everything that is me-

I watch it all swirl down the drainage 'till I'm no more.