Soul Bath Bomb

Every part of my body yearns for it.

After many years of strenuous world exposure, I desire it.

Physically and emotionally tired due to riotous action,

The aches that scream internal pain and external disdain, want for it.

Who am I to ignore them?

I need a soul bath bomb.

One of those good ole fashion ones that allows me to decompress from another stressful day of capitalism.

A colorful one too.

See, trampled rights and sleepless nights have begun to coincide far too well

News of more innocent lives being snuffed out before their time can cause sores and cramps of the mental variety

In attempts to reset what do I do?

I need a soul bath bomb.