Water willingly drains off my skin. It leaves me. And I let it. An empty bath tub. An empty vessel — not worried about the next time it will be filled. Content with being what it is. The stillness is golden. Literal flecks of mined minerals that find a cozy bnb in any of my folds. They rest there with no plan to move. Unless they are told.
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