Bath

Steam clings to the cold silver glass,

Concealing the zombie lurking

Behind the soft mists;

As lifeless limbs sink into the heat,

Blood rushes to the skin’s surface

A blushing, tender pink

Droplets of moisture, like the tiny soap bubbles

Form on the forehead

Eyes close in a slow, rolling wave,

Letting the heat vaporize poisonous thoughts…

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