Muse 131: Drowning

photo credits:marie edwards

"The water's soiled," he said. "I'm not sure if you want to take a bath just right now."

It was dirty. The rusty tea colour was a mixture of bronzed apricots and chinese medicine. Small handfuls of scattered iron laid at the bottom of the tub like dirt. Anna dipped her toe into the hot water half expecting her body to slowly rot right off. The result could be powerful, a dare from fate, or it could be poison. She imagined this to be do or die. After all she had the entire tub's worth of time as if filled with sewage water to change her mind. By now the water was at her ankle, and it felt like her entire body was decomposing. Her eyes clutched shut like tiny fists and she got ready for the plunge.

Muse 113: Wonders

found via jill willcot

There are seven wonders of the world. To the womanizers, they'll say you are the eighth. From your one and only, he'll have never heard of any wonders because all he's known to believe in is you. It's words and tricks like these that make girls wait and believe. You're his only wonder, the knowledge is all he needs to know. It's sentences strung together like this that make love seem vast and full of depth. After all, to find that one person who you belong to, and to whom you belong - hand in hand forever with no other - isn't it worth it? Isn't it? ...Isn't it? ...isn't...it...? To a boy who has a girl, who is his one wonder, she is like an echo that haunts him if she is never found.