Dripping Wet

a hand full of xanax and a hot bath should do.
I thought to myself as I threw my head back and swallowed those foul tasting pills.
I grabbed one of his beers and headed up stairs to the bigger bath tub.
I cracked open the top on that Miller Lite after undressing and slipped into the warmth.
I was distracted, happily by the rushing water over my manicured toes.
Gulping the beer down making statements in thought.
The tub filled quickly and I sat up to turn the water off.
I looked down at my breasts and sighed. my nipples almost submerged in warm water.
squirting my favorite soap that smells of lavendar and chamomille into my hands, I lather my arms, neck and breasts.
I push them together and admire my soapy cleavage and the cross that hangs down between them.
sinking back into the tub, watching the slow drip, drip, d r i p,
d r i p
Somewhere in another world I woke up.


There was a faint irridesent shimmer beaming from a lighthouse.
I floated nearer it seemed, but I was far away.
I noticed I was naked, dripping wet and goosebumped.
Cold for a moment until the warmth of life returned to my dream.
I floated in what seemed like hundreds of massaging hands.
I felt myself hit the land.
Getting out was hazy, fumbling with my own legs to stand. Shaky and in a new place.
To my right was a driveway, lit up by the moon. Miles long, and painted freshly by my mind with trees by the pair all the way up.
The shadows that fell from the limbs were haunting, I turned the other way.
There was a road so long, it made hills.
I began down it, towards the moon.
I walked past gardens and ponds.
The moon was pulling me in with its majestic beauty.
Naked I glowed like a baby.
Then it happened.
I saw a figure, blurry in my eyes.
Shaking my head, rubbing my head, I tried fiercly to focus on the image that seemed so comforting.
And when the image I saw spoke, he dissapeared.
"Wake up Ashley" my fathers voice said.
"Daddy, I want to stay with you"
"Wake up Ashley", my fathers voice yelled.
"Your Drowning Baby, Wake Up."
But it was all so comforting.
The gush of water felt like baptismal freedom,
The loss of life seemed so natural.
In an instant I was transported back here to my tub, eyes open
I am under the water.
My heart wanted to stay, my mind sat me up promptly.
I turned to my side in my bath and cried.
Now tears running horizontally dripping into my tub.
I shook it off, remembering the beauty of my dream.
Standing now, I run my hands over what God has blessed me with and thank him for saving me.
I return to my bed to continue my dream of land and earth, of life and death.