I’m sitting here.
My fingertips begin to furrow.
The unbroken drip of the water throwing itself off my hair, settles me into a trance.
I begin to rest my eyes on the slight ripple of the bath water.
Slowly lifted from my hold, I ease my body against the side of the bathtub.
I comfort my head, oh so heavy, onto the bloodless tiles that cling to the wall.
And then I fall, am falling, and have fallen.
I open my eyes to glimpse the water elude from my bathtub.
I dare not stir, for what I am afraid of is not known.
Instead, i gaze at the tears oh so daring.
And the only thing I could think, or wish I could  wish, was to be as daring as those tears, vanishing from my tub.