Vessel

I am most honest in a bathtub,
watching water rise.
Give me the open window,
bleached tile, seclusion,
an opportunity
to drown.

Each time I step out strong, clean
down to the molecule,
recalibrated.
I have remembered I am
only one body.

2 thoughts on “Vessel”

Cristian Mihai says:

August 12, 2019 at 7:03 am

Beautiful poem.

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- pellwrites says:
  
  August 12, 2019 at 5:36 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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