It did not help that she was encased in a Cave made out of mirrors.
Wide-eyed, slightly Surprised, she saw in the light every Hollow,
each carved callouses into her skeleton of matches and the pools of bruised sleeplessness beneath her eyes
She lay back. Allowed the red wine – no, it was blood, wasn’t it? No. Clear, crystalline water – to cascade over her Blue lips, the bridge of her nose, sloped cheekbones like A tidal wave over a steady mountain range.
The bathtub cocooned her in a glorious Embrace and she wondered, though impassively, why she was so wet
She considered asking the melancholy bathtub, Why, love, are you crying? yet when her lips parted, she couldn’t make a sound through Oceans. Oh, well, she thought.
Her eyelids swooped, swooned, she saw Nothing The lights of cities blurred. Trees stilled, if only for an Instant so small you couldn’t see it through a microscope Planets breathed … Confused, they lowered their gaze to Her.
They watched her closely as her blood flow slowed, then Stopped. The mirrors called out to her, wake, darling! yet she heard Nothing. It was quiet beneath the water.
As the bathtub began to drain she realized, With the startled, sleepy laugh of waking from a dream, That her heart had gone still
She had become nothing Foamy wave upon a current
When her ballerina toes touched the ocean floor the Mirrors, the trees, cities, planets all Sighed. Forgot.
Someone drowned herself in a bathtub. Who? I don’t know. Some girl.