Diary
P0015 → Untitled 1
I’m laying down in the bathtub
Every time the shower head falters I see a priest standing over me
Did I Lock the door?
There is a constant light outside the hall, it is never night inside my building
The knocking on the wall next door scares me. It seems irrational but my cat turns his head too
I am steaming my head, my sinus, my senses
I shift my back over the tile so that my neck is the only thing getting wet. I have been stuck, I think. My throat is holding me back. The tub is so old that I stick to it trying to move
Whatever has suctioned to me slips down the drain
Did I turn all three locks?
This apartment has 9 keys and I take a different one with me every time I leave
A drop of water drifts through my lips above me. It tastes almost sweet