endless, endless, endless

dewdrops land
on her skin
tearing in two
(so quickly)

reminding her
that she's alive.

standing in
the shower stall
(i'd rather be laying in it,
covered with blood-bubbles,
eyes and cheeks glazed
with the afterscent
of trauma.)

after every awful day
that screams in her mind

she tries to defend herself
(from reality)
she tries to withdraw
from every pulse
but instead
she finds herself
completely out-of-tune

Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 19:33

Tags Sadness  Suicide  Despair 

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Sandy Hiss
I could feel the sadness along with her in this poem. Well written