Sunday, September 11, 2011

Surrender


metal gleams,
 in the dingy light
    of the single naked bulb,
throwing shards of
   sparkle onto spotless, white
tiles.
  steam fills the air,
  comforting
   against naked skin
       obscuring the face
  in the cracked mirror.
near-scalding water
    pouring from a
porcelain tap, fills a
freshly scrubbed tub
    a gentle step into the
    pooling warmth
a slide into a heated embrace,
   the slosh of water hitting the tiles
     unheeded.
A moment's breath to remember.
         To reflect.
    To make peace.
     The edge is scapel sharp.
and it takes only a moment .
      Life flowers  from damaged veins
 Pain, hatred, anguish
          bleed out,
     fillaments  of deepest red
   swirl into the water
  Thoughts become dim
       quiet
... peaceful...
       the pain of loss
  flees  into the darkness
     a  freed soul slips
into the light....  

2 comments:

Mac Campbell said...

Uh... This is just expression, right? Because while it's a fine piece, it does make me a bit worried...

max xavier said...

Its a piece for a book, Mac, but I appreciate your worry :-) I'm experimenting with what I can, and can't write about.