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:
Uh... This is just expression, right? Because while it's a fine piece, it does make me a bit worried...
Its a piece for a book, Mac, but I appreciate your worry :-) I'm experimenting with what I can, and can't write about.
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