Shall I sit in this bath
Bubbling over, tears pouring
A trench of pain
I can feel the fertile places inside me
Cracking open
Aeration is good for the soul
And after enough hydration
Maybe some seeds will grow
Emily attempts to write things
Shall I sit in this bath
Bubbling over, tears pouring
A trench of pain
I can feel the fertile places inside me
Cracking open
Aeration is good for the soul
And after enough hydration
Maybe some seeds will grow