Preparations made, candle lit, water runs hot, the scent of Karma fill the air, an icy cold one had been cracked. O.A.R.'s Shattered plays softly in the background.
Slowly she steps into the barely tolerable, immersing with baby gasps. Muscles tensing then slowly relaxing as the heat demands. She feels beads of moisture rise across the bridge of her nose. Perspiration, no exertion required.
Not physically, anyway.
Gradually she lays back, liquid enveloping her body as scents envelope her mind.
An escape this ritual must remain.
She raises one foot, noticing the blush of heat, wondering about the bruise on the back of her calf. Adjusts the flow with one Aphrodite's Pink Nightie painted toe.
Silently she picks up the bottle, noticing absently as the perspiration runs slowly down the sides, much like that which runs down one cheek. Sweat or tears, it doesn't really matter nor which you can tell.
An icy pink fingernail scratches at the label, until a memory from college surfaces, laughing slightly she allows the finger to continue. If anything this night is true is she could be described as frustrated.
Tipping the bottle, she feels the cold, icey in direct contrast to the heat simmering around her. The bitterness of coffee and chocolate melding well with her mood.
Pulling the bottle away she spills a droplet on her chest. Suddenly her whole existence centers on that one small spilled drop.
She bargains.
A direct line to navel and the universe promises, promises all will be right.
She slips deeper into the water as that betrayer of promises slips under one breast.
She feels bubbles rise around her neck to playfully tickle earlobes.Stupid, stupid bubbles, don't they know they're just hastening their death?
A prayer on swollen lips, she starts..."Dear God"....and the prayer dies. She's forgotten how, it's been too long. Again she tries. Again she fails.
She tilts her head back, resting on that curve that has held her so many times before, this time it fails. Tears creep from the corner, falling, sliding, on their way to speed the dying of those sweet, silly bubbles.
With a last heroic move she slips below the surface......
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8 comments:
You really do a wonderful job evoking a mood here, Tummy. I especially like the perspiration/bottle sweat/tears observations.
Also, I took a barely tolerably hot bath Saturday and used a Hot Milk bubble bar.
Wow, beautifully written. The ending was not what I expected.
Wow, I didn't know you were such a talented writer. My monitor steamed up a little bit there for a moment.
I knew it! This is what happens when you buy that Lush stuff, isn't it?
Thanks guys...and silver, yes, yes it is :)
FOrget my monitor, my glasses steamed up.
I needed to shower after your bath, lol.
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