30th
“Liquid Tripping”
Noise. Water rushing from the bath in front of me, splashes as it hits and fills slower than I thought possible. It’s eating at my soul worse than the ticking of a clock ever could.
Noise. The television from the next room continues to spew forth more idiocy labeled news meant to dumb down the general public and keep us focused on our own lives rather than the world around us. It’s beating in my ears worse than a drum solo at a rock concert.
Noise. Feet are impacting stairs one after another. Getting closer. It’s pounding in my brain worse than… well I don’t know, anything. Gotta be three of them at least. And the damn bath still isn’t deep enough!
Wet. My fingers absorb the warmth of the water as I run them through the bath. Senses tingle. They’re ready but the rest of me isn’t. I actyally like the drum solo at a rock concert. Christ I need more water in this damn tub!
Noise. A foot crashes into the motel door. Noise. Wood splinters. Noise. Guns are drawn. Noise. Shouting. Yelling. No more time!
Wet. I roll off the seat of a filthy motel room toilet and tumble into the bath water. (please let it be deep enough) and feel it soak through my clothes, wetting my hair, warming my body. (I hadn’t realized I was so cold) It tingles. Everything tingles - as it does every time I do this. I open my eyes and the water blurs my vision. No the “trip” is blurring my vision, I can’t feel the tub around me anymore. The white light of the bathroom becomes rainbows and I feel myself moving. Away.
No. More. Noise.
