The Valium Bath

Fixed under water glass Like a splinter beneath Poseidon's skin There is no Sunday And no one knows Rhyme With her cool hands And her goat's feet. There are only Walking dead From whose wool-lined mouths Pour blindfolds And broken keys Strangle holds And bloody knees. Rapunzel bruised Left for dead forgotten Bound and gagged By her own golden hair. Drowning in the Valium Bath Warm and blind Dying slow But unaware.