i’m lying conscious in this chilly
bathtub filled with my icy limbs.
breaths grow to be deeper while my
fingers grab for some sort of warmth.
i hear your love sounds scream across the apartment.
there’s this throbbing pour of
frostbitten water cold.
a shivering sting that
vibrates through me.
a lonesome bathtub you have given to me.
children should not be given such
a bitter bath.
hidden away inside a ceramic coffin waiting
for you to finish
scattering your seed.