Dry Bathtub, I Shall Fill You

June 16, 2010
By Fieldsofwind GOLD, Thousand Oaks, California
Fieldsofwind GOLD, Thousand Oaks, California
18 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
Here we are in chemistry class. There's no chemistry in this room, though.....it's an all-girls school and no one's brave enough to be lesbian.

Oh, don't speak about me Momma, I don't want to hear these things
I don't feel like knowing my potential, passed away
Sleepy, slipping inn and out of ironed linen sheets
Your voice melding in with all my long laid dormant dreams.

This fear of being small hath led me to despair
The empty cry of "not enough" hath broken all my will for life
So as I toss in fitful sleep, without enough rest to think
All that comes to mind is that I'm not of age to drink.

Sitting in this bathtub dry with books laid cross my lap
Studying their content dry and useless like a slap
Laid to my face by unseen hands that I can't bite or hit
My brain is full and I can't think, so I shall sob instead.

The author's comments:
In my house, there live six people, and I can never find even a minute to myself. So, I took matters into my hands, went into a bathroom, locked the doors, and studied in the bathtub with all my clothes on. I can't sleep anymore, ever. I'm being too self-centered. My life is fine. I just can never be enough. . I am so claustrophobic.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book