Lack of Motivation is a Peaceful Bathtub
For my writing class, I had to create a poem related to a random metaphor my teacher came up with.you close your eyes, and you let yourself sink lower, let the warm water lap at your skin and melt against your goose bumps, the stark contrast of the bitter cold above you and the warmth beneath you taking you by surprise. the image suddenly shatters as you suddenly open your eyes, and you feel like you're dry again, bone and dust and wind, but you exhale and you let your fingers fall slowly from the lip of the...