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Bathe Me
I want you to bathe me,
cleanse me of this putridity within.
As my body soaks in that which
is meant to remove the foul poison,
I am drowning.
The weight of the tubes,
the pills, the needles, the aerosols pulls me
down like an anchor in a deep sea,
it controls who I am, my time, my life.
I should be floating in a bubble bath
of elegance, luxury, perfection.
Instead, there are no bubbles, they all burst.
It’s just me and this bath of disease.
I. Stenzel
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