he told her to bathe.
and stole her towel.

so she sat in the tub regretting getting out.
if she went out without clothes,

he'd be unhappy
he'd see her nude
he'd want to fix her

he'd bash her body and violate the most intimate parts of her
with words like knives and actions that caused his slippery tongue to spew out those knives which held her skin and f i x e d her inch by inch.
that destroyed her inch by torturous inch.

she became the painter,
the water became her canvas,
and she slit her wrists like he slit her skin.