the bath water
is the color
of my eyes
and yet I
don't know which
one is wetter
Because despite the
scent of roses
something is missing
it is gone
here's a concept
I lay here
in the bath
for maybe forever
or somewhere close
and I become
water as well
and coral grows
from my scars
and fish swim
around my legs
and scales grow
on my shoulders
and my smile
is finally real
because I am
in the ocean
with fish and
coral and scales
and I am
finally happy
but then she
calls from behind
a white door
"Are you alive?"
and I sigh
and open my
eyes yet again
and call back
"Yeah. I'm alive"
And she laughs
at my tone
and the steps
of her leaving
is the release
of my tears
because I am
in the water
and I realize
the bath water
is the color
of my eyes
and yet I
don't know which
one is wetter