Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Bathtub ❯ Bathtub ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: KuraKat

This was just a random musing while I was taking a bath. It was somewhat therapeutic as well since I have been dealing with a few emotional issues and was recently in and out of the hospital for attempted suicide. I do NOT condone suicide at all. If you have problems, PLEASE talk to someone. killing yourself isn't worth it!

Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 07.18.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 261 | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed

Bathtub

I remember my death

quite well;

I was drowning in the

water

which ran crimson,

whether from the sulfur

or my own blood

I'll never know.

I gasped for breath

and the room smelled

of lavender.

the ceiling was empty

except for a single

dingy lightbulb

with a metal cord

hanging down.

It flickered as if to

mock my death

and the cord swung

back and forth

in time with my

fitful movements.

I opened my mouth

to scream

only to swallow the

dark water into my

lungs.

I'm not sure what time

it was when the

lightbulb finally burst

and my fighting ceased.

But here I am now,

sitting beneath the Oak

and Elm which surround

the mausoleum.

The flowers here are

crimson...