Inception

A flooded tub stands in the center of An illuminated chamber Filthy, ink water covers the upper surface of the tub Water drips down the squalid floor as the tension Of the surface can’t hold anymore Lungs compel to inhale the water, Force to swallow grime Germs diffuse through every organ As the body almost dies The corpse thrust out of the water Respiring deeply up to Tranquility took its lead, prolonging her to live. Her eyes wander from place to place feeling numb, She drags her body out the tub. “You’re contaminated with society!” Her body yells As she stands in the vanguard of her reflection Seeking for perfection. Her own voices in her head utter “Bones…bones…bones” Her brain connections prepare for it! Her stomach swirls! Her eyelids close Tightly because she doesn’t want to see! She doesn’t want to do so! However, her Body belongs to societies puppet show And she could no longer control it. Therefore she kneels and tilts her head forward very low At last… her insecurity flushes away Feeling release from her internal pain Though they’re going to drag her back to the tub She keeps in mind and always says…. “I will not consume, Perfection is my intention, My toilet is my repose And this is only the inception”.