A clear mystic silence
only the sound of colorless drops
Dripping like a lonely tear
Creating endless ripples of fear.
The warm Luke waves drifting without being tamed.
The uprise of condensation lays upon my mirror
A visual disappearance….
The tiles on my wall all crispy and dry.
My Flaky pale surface with an unwanted guest
A thigh high cover of newly born fluff
With an irritable response from the moment of touch.
Something of my conscious that Kept me aware
it was time…. The edge of sanity…I needed a haircut
The cold hard steel on my flaky pale surface
A slip, a rip
A pause…
liquid ruby dripped down the side of my leg
Splish, splash
A stroke of emptiness
A Tight congestion built up in my chest
My hand covered in Crimson red
My hand unconsciously tightened
Tonic of the vampires
It was a blood bath
PAIN ! ..PAIN was all I felt.
I should have listened to my mother?
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