Written by Gabriella Troy
Art by Sunsetoned
The world is so peacefully silent
when your head is below water.
Soap suds float around your head
like clouds, and I can imagine
I’m in heaven, where there are no problems
like divorces and money and food
and everyone is too drugged up on ambrosia
to care about the world.
Water plugs up my ears
and drowns out my thoughts
so all there is
is the water, and me
and I cannot tell where the water begins
and I end.
I want to stay forever in the bathtub
with the sweet dream of ambrosia.