I took the plug out.

The bubbles had dissolved anyway.

My body had wrinkled,

Absorbed too much.

Only murky water remained.

I lay motionless,

Dead calm,

My soaked mind, sponge sore,

Thick skin defeated,

Crumbling to the bottom of the bath.

Bare bones left.

Purer mind.

Purer body.

Cleaner soul.

Stained eyes weigh leaden

in my skull.

Dreams intertwined with

bubbles, dissolved.

The clock chimed ten.

I took out the plug.

© 2013 Zara Paige - Ironic Inspirations