BathI sat in the tub sideways, feet hanging out. My back pressed against the cold plastic wall. The warm water sloshed as I shifted my weight to avoid bruising the protrusions of my spine. In my fingers I toyed with a metal plug the size of a child's fist. It often jammed in the old tub, and I had gotten fed up with the ancient piece of shit and torn it from its socket. Now the water was slowly ebbing down the mouth of the drain. As it receded from my skin it was kind enough to leave behind a damp film that chilled my hairs to attention. I ignored this as I stared into the bleak lightbulb across from me. It flickered off occasionally, never for more than a minute or so, confusing the moths and flies that had wandered in from outside the screen window I had left open. I heard the wail of a siren outside, and perked my ear towards the noise for a moment, but it soon faded, replaced with the wonted droning of crickets and locusts in the courtyard.The water had reached the lower part of my st
A Sick Depiction of HappinessDangling from your web that reeks of death,Eyes stung with salty tearsConsumed by a sick, thrilled, gaping gaze,As empty as the skull it lays on,Accented by the most gruesome smile you ever saw,Teeth bared, exposing fleshy pink gums,Shredded flesh glistening a deep dark red,Rippling as a gurgling noise escapes a torn up throat,Is this what happiness is supposed to be?It's good enough for me.