Purple Bathwater.
darkness.
compounded heat.
eyes closed,
seeing the stars and shapes float by.
the space in front of me,
difficult to say whether its black or red.
the space in front of me,
it's suffocating.
purple bathwater.
is this the way i bleed?
not cold and blue,
or warm and red.
hot and purple,
my arms leaking bruises.
when did i do it,
i didnt feel a thing.
i didnt know i was that brave, i just needed a moment to think.
but this is no blood of mine,
just a twisted fantasy.
a hope,
ideal,
dream.
not reality.
the bathwater consuming me,
its lavender and calm.
purple to delight my senses.
but that feeling has passed,
because i know im still here.
i dont care about the colour the world is when my eyes close.
i would have forever to decide.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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