Mia Harper Fairgrieve / 2025-04-14
The bath water’s gone cold
As you stare silently at
Half-empty shampoo bottles
The chipped paint on the door
The old tiles
Sunlight filtering through blue beads, casting golden shadows
You light a candle
It goes out almost instantly
You meant to read in the bath
But the book sits forgotten
With the rest of your intellect
Where passion in everything used to burn
Is now consumed by cold waves
So wash your hair
Wrap yourself in blankets
Light the candle again
Paint your fears
And remember.
Remember everything.
Let yourself…