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The Bath
She is so tired - almost lethargic
Drugged by wet heat and sweet oil.
If she succumbs, sinks down deep
Into scented foam, will her nerves react
As water slips up her nose?
Does she have a safety system to shock her awake?
Smoke sifts insidiously into the lungs.
Would water?
She is afraid – she – who spears cold surf
Slicing into elemental thrust laughin...
Tuesday 11th June 2013 12:58 pm
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