Bathwater

Bathwater
Things went downhill today.
Filth was everywhere.
Engulfed in disgust, it had to be dealt with.
Running away from thoughts,
While running water.
Putting a toe in, testing the warmth.
Chilled to the bone, after what was done.
The water was wonderful, unlike other things tonight.
Throwing aside the robe, tying up hair.
Slipping into the water, wishing away despair.
Sitting in the miniscule waves,
Gently rocking back and forth.
Head resting on knees, as life is contemplated desperately.
Steam arising, soaking into pores.
Thoughts being evaporated, by water that is too hot.
Skin turning so red, you can barely see the blood.
Eyes turning the water into an ocean.
Salt burning wounds, that have recently been opened.
Scrubbing.
Scrubbing until skin is raw.
More tears.
Sipping of something in a bottle.
More burning.
Gulp.
More tears.
Anger now.
So much anger.
Punching a bathroom wall.
Crumbling under the water.
Deterioration?
Erosion?
Looking down at bath water,
Murky water.
Bath water a person can drown in.
Bath water a person can cease to exist in.
Deteriorating.
Eroding.
All because one person couldn’t help exploding.
Now there is blood and dirt in the bath water.
Skin so raw, it’s ground meat.
Skin that looks like it’s been beat.
Skin floating around in bath water.
Bath water engulfing a girl so broken, she started with water hot enough to boil her alive, and now she’s shivering in water cold enough to freeze her, in her already petrified state.