Confession.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I have kept a meaty part of myself under tight lock and key, I have hidden the darkness I bathe in so deep now I cannot breathe.

I must confess this now, before I choke on me;

I want to drown in this swirling mess, I want to suffocate so fucking badly.

Why haven't I been able to turn this bathwater red?

The idea of it is so enchanting, so soft against my desperately un-mottled skin,

so smooth against my tragically unscarred face.