Mirror

by Good Enough   Oct 19, 2015


Dark thoughts filling my actions
Pumping my veins with venom
Can't look at myself in the mirror
I can't feel my legs
Where are my legs?

Blood is spilling through the cracks on the floor
Pudding quietly into the empty kitchen
Can't look at myself in the mirror
The pain is numbing
But I still feel

Sounds muted except for my breathing
Or is it someone else in the room
Can't look at myself in the mirror
Is it really me?
I am not me

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    "Blood is spilling through the cracks in the floor....."
    ^^^^^^

    Excellent imagery here and throughout this dark piece.

    Well written and all the best
    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by that Dude

    -wow, very expressive-