It's Still Life

Auntie

She drowned
in a floral-scent bath,
and we all went into nondisclosure.
People drowned
in the ocean all the time,
sink like stone thrones
in pools, but if you drowned
in a bathtub, everyone’s
full of questions that
they won’t ask.
They think pills or
booze or both.
It was both in her case.

And I don’t know more about her
except that she drowned in her bath.

 
AprPAD Day 20: Take a line from a previous poem, and use it to write a poem

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.