Dirty Bathwater

Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities

Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place

The water becomes murky, yet to be released from its unrestrained embrace

So the water becomes a brown ring around the edges that won’t get clean unless mom says so and even then efforts to get out of it lead to contemplating and volunteering for an ultimatum

But your the deepest filth calls you back to the place where the evidence of your most mortified juncture lies

This summoned the most simple of epiphanies

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That you should have just taken a shower and let the pollution from your broken heart run down the drain, because then it becomes invisible to you and the porcelain clawfoot that was stained by unruly emotions

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Bleach it!