Shallows

The tub of tap water seemed like a nice precipice for which to fall off of.

She stood on the edge of the tub, dipping her big toe into the water to test. 

It was ice.

Her pruned hand gripped the curtain and tugged so that its rings would sing her a song. 

So that its rings would sing her a song. 

There was nothing to fog the mirror and so she saw everything:

her freckles, her stringy hair, her glassy eyes, her broken smile. 

It was ice.

Up on her big toes she began to feel like dancing with death

and she let go.

A moment of silence, pure beauty in the balance and then she was in the shallows.

the hollows.

Dreaming of a bigger pond for a graceful fish she sank and plugged her nose to watch the bubbles slip out from her lips.

One, six, seven, twelve, 

Naked skin on porcelain 

Mom at the door frantic with the door knob

Dad at the store looking for some condoms

She could see dots on the ceiling-

pretty light blue dots that would flash yellow if she stared too long. 

sinking into the shallows

sinking

three, four, she locked the door

sinking, black, sinking

five, six, mother is sick

black out, sink, blue dots, flash of yellow

nine, ten, never breath again.