Bubble Bath
The tub is full and the bubbles bobble on top
My legs have adjusted
but when the rest of me sinks in
it burns.
In the tub, I’m a lost soul
venturing from the heavens to a five star hotel
It is there I’m considered a holy whore with no divine gifts
My words
they float in front of me popping the suds
And here I soak
without a clue and nothing to give
Here I sink
soggy as a sponge in the pits of the ocean
-Saschia Johnson







