The burn

I let the heat engulf my body,
As I slide into the water slow.
Slip my head beneath the surface,
And ponder what I know…

While my oxygen runs out,
And my chest begins to burn,
Like it has these past few months,
When I was forced to learn…

That I will be alone,
Not just in this porcelain tomb,
With my head under a mirror of water
In a fight to catch the breath,
That’s eluded me so long

And as my lips now part,
To let the water take me,
I open my eyes to glimpse that world above the surface
And think ‘DAMMIT TREACLE MOON SNOW ROSE PRINCESS‘

I forgot I put the bath gel in,
Again.
Before slipping into those angsty corners
Of the mind in that foamy tub.

IT burns. It burns.
As bright as we once did.
And as painfully as the ending.

So I think

‘DAMMIT TREACLE MOON SNOW ROSE PRINCESS’.
But at least I’ll smell like roses.