I sit in the bathtub

Blank faced

Watching my sanity swirl down the plughole

The coffee stains on the side of the tub

A bitter reminder of all of the nostalgia-filled evening heretofore

Where angst takes over my system

Schizophrenia running through my veins

And leaking out onto the base of the tub

Through wounds that do not heal with time

My body being consumed by horripilation

As I listen to the tangle of orphaned guitar strings weeping in the corner

The bleeding pages of a book tattooing my dampened skin

Submerging me in the stories of people whom have the brains of tulips