There is glitter
in my bath water.
A nebula of healing,
medicine and feeling.
It greets me
like a childhood home,
invites me to breathe
along with the swirls
and the ripples I make
because my heart is still beating
and I can wiggle
my fingers and toes.
It settles into the lines
in my palms and scratches
along my arms;
finds its way to my bones
to paint them in gold
and bend my ribs into smiles.
It sinks into my pores,
reminds me to pause;
prompts me to say my real name
rather than the ones I use
to abuse when I look at myself
in the mirror.
The name resounds,
loud, like the blood in my ears;
stains my lips, sticky
and moreish. It tastes like sugar,
the glitter in my bath water.
© Kristiana Reed 2019
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