Run the
faucet
Light several
vanilla scented candles - bath salts and bubbles are all ready to go
Rose
pattern paper peeling from years of steam and heat
Her
slip falls to the tiled floor
Before
she steps in
Lost
all track of time
A
slight movement causes the water to lap at porcelain cliffs like minute waves
Was
that a sound from the other side of the door?
Upon
the wall the roses seem to be dying
The
candles flicker and spit
Suddenly
she realizes
The
water is much deeper than it should be
And the
color’s all wrong
From Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead, published by Hammer & Anvil Books, and available from Amazon.
From Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead, published by Hammer & Anvil Books, and available from Amazon.
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