Two in the bath, with the bath going cold. Sitting, grinning, facing each other. The lap of the water, obscuring, hiding, flirting.

One says a joke, boiling away the water in the mind, hinting at things to come. The other pulls their legs up, knees touching the cheeks. A baby but from far from it.

Behind the other, just winking in without a sound, appears a huge vagina and in they go. Gone. Whip. Silent.

Sitting, grinning and alone, the one asks the eternal question: to be reborn or be consumed?