Dirty Bath Water
Dirty Bath Water
Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can't change. The sins of yesterday still taint what's supposed to be cleansing me.
Soaking, I wonder if tomorrow will be better, if tomorrow will be different.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.
The bubbles are made of your choices, & your desires are the soap that slides along my scarred & tired body.
Tonight. I lay in the swirling bath of the life you've poured for us.
I try to wash away your sins, scrubbing harder so that somehow I may leave room for the potential I know you have.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.
I dream of days where the bubbles may pop & fill the air with wonder, & the soap may be sensual instead of some kind of cleansing ritual.
Scrubbing scrubbing, scrub a little harder, scrub a little longer:
Maybe if you can't change, I'll become someone new.
Tonight, I wash you off of me, watching as our lives swirl down the drain. The stain of your lies rings the rim of my tub like maybe they're stuck here instead of to me this time. If I make this water deeper, will I still feel so blue?
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner; maybe I'll be someone new.
-kalika
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You Can Find Me
all the commentary’s unnecessary
when i walk with those not at rest;
so i sit at the cemetery
when i need to clear my head.
they say death is hereditary,
so i don’t fear my final breath.
there’s peace in being secretary
for the thoughts left by the dead.
you can find me laying by mounds
beside the freshly dug up dirt.
i’ll be listening to the sounds—
witnessing silence go unstirred.
i stare longingly up at the clouds
wondering why i’m still here on Earth.
this’ the place to bury all my doubts
to pack down all my fear and hurt.
-kalika
Is this all AI?
haha. no. i write all of it. just the mad ramblings of a lost girl i suppose.
but the pictures are not mine. they are AI and made with NightCafe, and i edit them in Canva. i make no claims to their originality. Though i do draw. just not fast enough to draw something for each poem or song.
The poem ^^ I’m Free features one of my original drawings.
-kalika
Under the Influencer
trampling and stomping
over bones trodden before…
heavy spikes for crossing
but the track’s tired and worn…
searching for the golden
waters of wonder that speak…
this fountain overflowing
promises at the tallest peak…
zombies climb the mountain
of sparrow’s hollow bones…
their countenances:
stone as they stare at their phones….
tearing fingertips til blood runs
to their elbows, wet with envy…
their infected wounds succumbing
to their insecurity…
steadfast, their unquenched brains
are ravenous and ready…
to forgo any and all sincerity just to gain
the status of celebrity…
from Ambrosia’s lips falls a tantalizing
spring of ichor…
til mortal blood-lust burns agonizing
right inside her…
the nectar of the gods is poisoned
the spiked-
punch runs deep; the smell poignant
as her psyche…
…implodes from banging insanity…
-kalika
Edge of Faith -kalika
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