The Drain

 By Paige Pfister

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i used to be scared of the drain 

it’s loudness gulping bath water 

id be racing out of the tub when i pull the plug

now i sit 

and i wait ’til it’s empty

’til i’m left with just my body 

and the smell of decay

the warmth is gone 

and i feel shed from who i was before the dip

i miss the bubbles and foam already

but the heat was too overbearing 

and the drain growls 

i get it

it’s a lot to take

my heavy thoughts and fragile cells

soaking in the pool 

i could pretend it’s for relaxation

and add scents and salts

but if i’m being honest

i want to be held 

and i miss the comfort of that boiling puddle

when the plug held it together 

 

 

 About the Author

Paige Pfister, a student at ICC, began writing at a young age with story books and songs. When she’s not working at her bakery job, she’s either studying or writing poetry. She enjoys writing poetry that feels raw, real, and most of the time, simple. Whether it’s about love, or pain, the poem reflects her true emotions. Through writing she connects with herself and others who relate. She hopes to one day publish a poetry book.