And she gargles under the weight of the world.
She suffocates in the bath she ran, the faucet unstopping, and it disgusts her to be so vulnerable that she’s all wet again.
The downpour only hardens as she screams. Muffled in the saturation of her tears for she hates herself and fears the praise and affection she receives from others.
They lie to her, only the prevarications she’s formed all along are truth.
Ugly, untalented, unworthy.
She fights to find the drain because she’s running out of time.
It has run cold, there is no more warmth or comfort here in her sorrows.
Her body is pruned up, soggy from her melancholic mind.
Every problem is too big to fight but she reaches to sewer the river she has cried.
Praying for grace, relief and peace.
To heal from the toxic relationship she holds with herself.