Laying in an empty bathtub
Wrists faced upward
Limbs don’t fit quite right
Bent up fragile spider legs
Broken basket case
Soap sizzling in the drain
Hours after evaporation
Skin shriveled
Scaled prickly legs
I need a razor
Clumps of dirt stuck to white glass
Shed from my skin
I’ll never be clean
He made out with a girl in an empty bathtub.
How did they fit?
Wasn’t it dry?
She tasted like metal
I don’t have room for intimacy.
Silk rose robe
Sliding from my shoulders
Softer than the human touch
How’d I get up?
Oh right, I found my razor
Sliced my chains free
Left my pedipalps twitching
Struggling for survival
What a sad way to go.
Stillness. Silence.
Ceased sizzling
Compliance.
I envy their lifeless forms
I wish I could stop.
Torn muscles
I can’t move my arms
I can’t stop my brain
I don’t have a heart
I’m running
Sprinting
Help me, I’m sinking
In a bath without water
Submerged without blinking
Ran myself to death
What a sad way to go