she is one with the water
it beads off her translucent skin -
the steam encircles her in billows,
a hunched over figure
the candles burn dim
and the rain pours outside.
her hands under the water
holding her razor -
the hands move but
the water is still.
she pulls her arm out
of the tub and
it drips red.
(this makes her one with the water)
she now sits on the concrete
steaming like a hissing sewer grate,
wearing the white bathrobe that
makes her feel like a Monroe.
the freezing rain pierces, singes her skin.
she is an Aquarius -
she is one with the water.
- Jacqueline Audrey
