drained

drained

blue tiled floors

and a beach-scented

candle. 

i'm sitting here in the 

bathtub, 

waiting for the sting

of your words 

to mellow. 

only here will 

my feelings be bared, 

tears swallowed 

by the drain. 

and if you hear 

something like crying, 

it's just bubbles 

dancing beneath 

the faucet's cascade.