Hour 1: Prompt 1: Drowning

The water feels cold

Like the blood that coarses through my veins

Or so that’s what they tell me

That’s how I seem to come off

Never understanding why

 

Do they think it’s possible to adjust my temperature

Do they think it gets warmer with more bullshit added

I’m not a bath.

I don’t exist for your comfort.

I don’t need cute scented little bath bombs to make me whole.

I am the bomb.

And those who keep testing the waters will succeed in nothing but their own drowning.

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