to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub. by littleblueraccoon, literature
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to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.
i.
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub:
in the magazine I own that published your story,
they blurred out the crime scene photographs,
erasing your face and
the full curves of your breasts.
some part of me wonders
if you would have wanted this,
or if you would have liked for
the public to see you in your final moments,
half-soaked in grey-looking water,
your hair in strings, glued to the porcelain,
eyes closed and mouth gaping,
no breath stirring, no bubbles rising.
ii.
sometimes when I look
into the depths of my bathroom sink,
I hear your voice
(or what I imagine it to be--
after all, we never met).
you sit on the edge
Current Residence: Forlì Favourite genre of music: Folk and Jazz Favourite style of art: Photography Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Ipod Favourite cartoon character: Snoopy
Well, if you look in my gallery you'll see some photos that has been made from me or from my dad.
He gave me his passion for photography, and my mum gave me the passion to English language, nation and culture.
I try everyday of my life to learn something new, to make new experiences.
That's me.
An italian girl.
A simple Italian girl I have to say.
But I'm not like the others, I try to be different.
I haven't got experience in photography but I hope you'd like my work.
XOXO
ELISA