Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 16
A bathtub stands before me,
A trap waiting for its victim,
Who could that person be?

Unassuming, I get in
I'm met with pain in an instant:
Hot water scalds my skin.

All my bones melt like candy,
What did I do to deserve this?
Oh, vengeful water tell me, please!
When did I become your enemy?
Written by
Kristoph Noleman  18/M/Hungary
(18/M/Hungary)   
217
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems