cold, the water in the bath
already cold
and yet
despite the red
spreading like a cloud,
spreading
like a cloak
the point of view person
does not move, does
not flinch

and yet our protagonist
is like a rock, around which
these crimson waters wash
not hiding herself
but revealing

by way of cryptic act creating enigma
writing her last truth, one
true truth in
purely graphic, yet
symbolic way

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