Bathtub Thoughts

Upstairs, where
the floorboards squeak,
water pours
into the deep
claw foot
where she soaks
her troubles away.

Hot water
turns her a bright
shade of pink.
Strands of hair stick
to the back of her neck
though she pulled it back
into a cotton candy bun.

After devouring
three chapters,
she notices her soft, prune-like skin
seems translucent.
Her hand easily finds
that familiar place on her
upper thigh.

She puts the blade
to her skin
near the scar
from several months ago—
when she found
him in bed
with another.

Little red dots pop up
like candy buttons.
A once-thin
red line
begins to ooze
and trickle down.
It hurts,

but she likes seeing
the blood—
it takes her mind off the problems.