The Bathtub

By: Veronica Heinrich

Freakish petite Atlantic Ocean
Trapped by not land, but cast iron
Full of humid warmth
Warmth like blood
The warmth my haunted cold heart needs
To defreeze

I AM A MAN WHO CANT FACE THE PAST PRESENT or FUTURE
Caused by actions and orders screamed by tough puppets
My actions forced upon me by THEM

The truth is here with me in this miniature ocean
Splashes are deadly
CLOSED SHUTTERS yelled the captain
I opened them

Pale handsome beast
Stands before me
Above the shiny life spout of which I bathe in
She smirks and SHRIEKS
Water dripping down and across her and me
The shriek breaks everything built up inside of me
Red sailors scatter out of my ears, wrists, and eyes
Sailors that were the old me
Dripping to safety they go
Down to the tomato undersized ocean

This nautical wonderland turned from purgatory to the depths
OF HELL
Then the beast SNAPPED my pedestal of thought, memory, life
SHUTTERS CLOSED
SHUTTERS OPEN
Snapping like plastic strings
Half dead I am scared

What I now see is a schizoid me
Who cant handle the truth nor reality?
Reality is the hostility of the before
My mind is full of fables from my past memories
War breaks the mind of the schzoidees and me
Who float in this bathtub along side of me
In this small red iron sea

Living in their false realities
The shutters are closed for an
Eternity
From lack of my immortality.