miyako73
08-04-2010, 08:18 AM
My Last Attempt
I plugged the hole of the tub
I filled almost to its glossy rim
where I put the herbed soap
I had not foamed on my limbs.
I turned the pressured knob
but the faucet still dripped
the annoying drops one by one
disturbing the still afternoon.
The breeze swooshed in a whiff
through the ajar glass window
blocked by bottles of shampoo
my bald head no longer needed.
I took off my milky white robe
exposing my mangled breast
devoured by the pus and wound
that disabled my left arm to move.
I could not stop my eager steps
tiptoeing into the clearest water
as cool as the southern spring
that pushed a rattan hammock.
I sat as little waves flowed over
to slide down my punished body
like it was a ritual of cleansing
for my last ceremony of baptism.
The water turned brown and quiet
after its dripping and splashing
and so were the locked bathroom
and the pestering calm afternoon.
My knees quivered in anticipation
while my hands fell flat like fans
and pushed my bones to the curve
where my paintless toenails curled.
I breathed a full as if for the ocean
before I buried what was left of me
to finally hear the bubbles of silence
I wished I had seized while in the dark.
I plugged the hole of the tub
I filled almost to its glossy rim
where I put the herbed soap
I had not foamed on my limbs.
I turned the pressured knob
but the faucet still dripped
the annoying drops one by one
disturbing the still afternoon.
The breeze swooshed in a whiff
through the ajar glass window
blocked by bottles of shampoo
my bald head no longer needed.
I took off my milky white robe
exposing my mangled breast
devoured by the pus and wound
that disabled my left arm to move.
I could not stop my eager steps
tiptoeing into the clearest water
as cool as the southern spring
that pushed a rattan hammock.
I sat as little waves flowed over
to slide down my punished body
like it was a ritual of cleansing
for my last ceremony of baptism.
The water turned brown and quiet
after its dripping and splashing
and so were the locked bathroom
and the pestering calm afternoon.
My knees quivered in anticipation
while my hands fell flat like fans
and pushed my bones to the curve
where my paintless toenails curled.
I breathed a full as if for the ocean
before I buried what was left of me
to finally hear the bubbles of silence
I wished I had seized while in the dark.