Mother and Father used to sit
and spill the contents of their day
into that warm unwinding bath,
a splash of red wine & mutual love
that is often barren
in my memories,

as the baths became separate
& the red wine swapped for blood.
And the bathroom
that felt like the recipe 
for true loves survival
overflows at the feet of my innocence,

as I sink into this bath,
and spill away my secrets to you,
forever holding my breath in fear
that you will drown me for kindred silence.