WARNING: This is a slightly cryptic post. It will be explained in all good time.
The water gushed from the tap into the white, clean, new tub.
The loud beating of the music rocked my heart;
The next week I didn’t regret the drink or the headache.
The dark days started there.
I could go on and on about the lies I believed in my life.
Imagine a girl.
As I sat on the couch, in my dad’s house, after telling him my problem, I tried to imagine what a ‘’clump of cells’’ looked like.
I don’t regret meeting him, or loving him, or marrying him at the age of nineteen.
One day I was walking, just walking.
After I looked at myself in the mirror I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and climbed in the tub.