Bath Time
Bath Time
By Evan McGovern
I want to have a bathtub. I want to float, weightless, yet feel the weight of the water on my chest. I want it to fill my lungs, my throat, to sink into the cavities and voids in my body: all water, all blood, no thoughts. I want to hear that silence firsthand.
Would you let me have that? Would you trust me not to leave the faucet running? Would you ask me if I remembered to grab a towel? to add the salts? to lock the door?
This is my bathtub, not yours
This is my death, not yours
Get off my fucking back
Let me drown in peace.