When you're cold,

take a bath.

Let the white foam cover the dirt

left behind your fingernails from yesterday.

The bare truth is always harder,

but hot water can fool the pain.

Pour yourself some wine,

the cheap stuff that tastes like ashes.

Leave the empty bottle by the door,

where it will mix with the ash from your cigarettes.

Turn on the radio.

Something between jazz and crying.

Pleasantly shitty, like the memory of someone..,

who broke your ribs laughing

and then disappeared.

You sit in the water,

that's cooling down so fast

that your body can't even warm it up.

You close your eyes,

wondering if someone is going to stroke you,

or at least rinse you off,

as the whole tub turns into a river of time.

Gabriela Záborszky, born in Košice on September 9, 1984, is a writer and poet. She is the author of poems that focus on the unique perspective of a woman and a mother. Her work comes from a deep understanding and empathy for the life experiences of women and mothers. Through her poems she is able to express the joy, love, fears and challenges associated with motherhood and women's lives. Gabriela Záborszky is the voice of the female experience, shedding light on various aspects of motherhood and female identity through the beauty of poetry.