my skin is pale, stretched tight across my sternum
i can trace the veins along my chest like a road map
oh no i missed a turn, should we ask for directions?
along the winding blue roads we go
until they trail off
and i can’t tell if i’m lost or if i’ve reached my destination 
or if they are the very same thing 

satan is real and he takes baths

hey if i’m sweating in the bathtub does that defeat the purpose of the bath

bathwater so hot you feel like you’re going to pass out