Escape Artist


Ceramic tub
lapses time
like a sweet merry-go-round.

Nurturing hands
cast around me
feel like a sweet
death’s coffin,
cocooning my bad thoughts,
flourishing into richness.

Steam fogs, clouded mind
muscle relaxes
after tensing periods
within a day’s time.

Drain the tub
and escape into
the king’s

made of fine silk.
My body whispers
itself into moving,
feeling lighter than ever.

I clear a space on the mirror
big enough to see my
large, framed smile
that ensures the
truth behind my tranquility.


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