Just Another Day

by WrittenInTheStars   Jan 18, 2011


I promtly tie my hair back and make sure
to turn on the faucet to drain out the noise.
I bend over, psyching myself up, quickly
trying to bring myself to a "happy place",
or as close to one as I can manage.
I try hard to avoid the reality of what
is to come and stare blankly at the floor.
As if on command the colors of the
rainbow burst out like confetti and mesh
together, turning into a brownish sloppy
mess. A tear gently rolls down my face
as I stand there hating myself all over
again. I drink a glass of water and
gag myself, vomiting almost immediately.
I do this over and over until I have rid my
stomach of its vile contents. Until I have
rid myself of the things that are supposed
to keep me alive, but are slowly killing me
more and more every single day.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    The image that this poem projects is amazing.
    To capture your readers and project an image that drags them into the poem is truly outstanding.