Bath Time

My chest protrudes above the rim
Hot water, but not enough
I rub my teeth with my dirty fingers
Trying to fill a cavity with soap

Hair, stomach, penis, knees, toes
I can't see my back
I trust that nothing malignant grows
Yellow nails cutting in, drops of blood disappear.

I can sort of feel my face,
Do I recognize myself 
without a mirror?
Fizzle Fizzle Fizzle away

Away my pain from deep veins
It travels faster than my heart can pump, into my brain, telling me
I'm not in pain

How long can I endure this madness?
How long can I live?

Once again I ask
these questions

Do I exist?
Am I real?.

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