My Bathtub

Please put me in a bathtub.

Put me in a bathtub and run warm water for my bruises.

Put me in a bathtub so I can scrub the sensitivity off and fill the rest of this bathtub with salty tears of my own.

Fill the rest of this bathtub with my salty tears so there is no more left for them to see.

She asks, “Why are you so soft?”

Put me in a bathtub so the softness melts into the water.

So the softness melts and all that’s left is the dryness of my skin.

The softness melts and my body becomes as hard as a rock.

I came out of a bathtub, skin dull and dry.

This body is aching with the weight it’s carrying, 

Lacking the empathy it once had.

Please put me back in this bathtub of mine.

Put me in my bathtub so I can drown in the tears I made out of it.

Sarai R