The tub was in the sitting room
water cool enough to refresh
warm enough to soothe.
The room was inconspicuous;
its adornments cursory,
its feel antiseptic.
Whitewashed in the comfort of your own home.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The tub was in the sitting room
water cool enough to refresh
warm enough to soothe.
The room was inconspicuous;
its adornments cursory,
its feel antiseptic.
Whitewashed in the comfort of your own home.
This makes me think of what it feels like to spiral into sensory overload. It’s very well written and evocative.
; ) Yes, thank you for your kind comment. I was moved by the image and the way a seemingly pristine “look” (in environment, person, etc) can mask a great deal.