Fighting myself
In the bathroom
Too tired to get up
And go to the kitchen.
Too tired
To see the fog
Misting the mirror
I don't want to see my own face
I don't want to see the tears
Misting my eyes
The blood running down my wrists
Into the bathwater
I don't want to see
The ghosts in the mirror
I don't want to look out the window
At the shadows on the lawn
I don't want to see my soul,
Clouded by lipstick stains and cigar burns,
New paint and bloodstains,
Ink and memories of lost innocence
Maybe because I'm afraid
If I look into my soul,
I'll find
Absolutely
Nothing.
Author notes
'i swear in that moment, we were infinite.'
A contest entry
- Infinite, 10,000 points. by InfiniteCaitlin.
12000 points, ended July 2, 2007, 27 entries
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A nice incorporation
You incorporated many of the images I read on contest page. At first I wondered why you repeated then I saw in your powerful ending. I think when someone is suicidal that that is what they are seeing is "Absolutely Nothing" to live for. I think you did a good job of characterizing yourself with author of poems on contest page then personalizing with your own poetic flair.
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Wow...the images in this are amazing...I kinda want to go slap myself or something now...very scary. Well written and I wish you an easier path to happiness.
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hh, I liekd this one much more the second time Ir ead it. dont know where I was the first time. but this is a stunning piece. short, but still good, maybe if you had added a bit more, the whole feeling of infinity would have come through. but this was still a great write.
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any suggestions for improving it?
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A very sad write
. I think so many of ius are afraid to look deep within ourselves for that very reason.
All the best with this
Gaylene
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