Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Sharp Shatters

She felt the shards of glass penetrate deep into her skin
Deeper and deeper
The numbness slowly radiated throughout her body 
Rising from the feet up
The hue of her skin began to turn purple and she began to suffocate 
She is gasping and gasping  

As the light hit the ground,
The glass reflected pictures of familiarity 
What radiated was her smile and his face...
The playbacks of past experiences 
That once meant the world to her
Began to dim it's meaning as she kept walking

What happens as a result of inconsistency?
What happens to the soul when everything once so known becomes a pile of questions? 
What is the outcome of empty promises and lonely nights?
What becomes the unknowing?

As her walks further on, 
What once were joyous memories becomes reflections of 
Dark rooms, wet pillowcases, and smudged make up.
Resulting into late night calls to voices she's never spoken to before.
She needs that light again
But where is it to be found? 

The voice in her head is unfamiliar 
Deep, hollow and strange 
Who is there to call when her mind is telling her 
That her comfort is too tired 
To hear about what she's going through?

As the distance grew, so did her certainty 
She had hopes for herself
Hopes that began to seem more and more distant 
As she continued to hurt herself
Physically, mentally, and emtionaly 

She begins to falter as she stubbles over the glass
Her feet and ankles are covered in blood 
She is crying. She is in pain. She is so lost. 
The path ahead her is losing it's color
She is going blind.
She does not have help.  

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