bathed in you

read it.

I bathed in
your light
I bathed in
your words
I bathed in
the fragrance
of me and you
I bathed in our
love until
you scalded me
with your hate.
I bathed in
your acid
a thousand
pin pricks
till the tub
stained red
under the
blue moon.
I bathed in you
until my heart
was nothing
but a shriveled
prune.

Reviews

[Chris]

Sometimes a person writes into the imagery - they get so found/lost in the turn of the words that they say more or less what they intended.

[Dispersus]

there are times when no fancy words or glorified imagery can replace the simplicity of pain from the heart

I need a bath now

Peace

[Sami Khalil]

Sad but soooo good. The imagery is great ...:)..............