bathing

I press my ear against your cold water dripping walls my body is under the water as much as I can have it I did not fill the water high enough the water is hot for now, I can hear your voices your shrieks and cries or maybe cheers and bellows I don't know if you are delighted or in terror my heart tells me to go for the latter once the water cools I can no longer hear you your cries grow quieter as I began to shiver so I sit myself up and undo the drain waiting until it is just I