Sat in a bathtub,
I look at the bruises on my legs
and compare the colour
to that of my brain
as I drown in
pumpkin orange,
calm pink,
summer sky blue,
mossy green.

I open my eyes
to see no one is above me;
no god,
no lover,
no ghosts of my former self.

Sinking in memories
of your pupils,
warm lips,
soft cheeks,
passionate mind,
I find myself open my mouth
to allow the water to
into my lungs
as I transcend this mind
to come out tomorrow from
a self built cocoon.

Laying in our bed,
your comfort by my side,
I remember who I am
and am, finally,
at peace with the past.

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