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In the evening, I run a bath. The water is hot enough to remind me that you are not the only thing that can hurt me. I dip my toe in first to test the waters blissfully unaware of its ability to burn. The heat entangles itself slowly around my body burning every inch of pink flesh until I am fully immersed. I lie there for hours and pretend that nothing can save me but you. But you do not arrive.

 

Poet's bio: Sadhbh Sullivan is a twenty-two year old writer from West Cork, Ireland. Her poetry confronts the realities of life as a twenty-something year old; the good; the bad; and all the rest included.

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