Morning & Recovery
Posted: March 5th, 2013, 7:34 pm
I find myself here embracing
the rim of the bathroom sink:
Eyes fixed on the bowl — on anything other
than the lashes covered
in charcoal black mascara
blinking back, above tongue licking dry lips.
"What a pretty little thing,"
mouthed smirking lips
spoke condescending grins
"Just a lovely darling,"
leered strange faces
in stranger places I was not supposed to be
And yet to trace the path of tapwater now
would only be to tease out
that sinking feeling,
drowning
down the drain.
i could start to be okay
if i should turn the faucet off
exactly the way a victim wouldn't
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So yeah, this is a poem of mine, inspired by Paul's "that vague, sinking feeling that the world is passing you by."
...don't know what else to say about it.
the rim of the bathroom sink:
Eyes fixed on the bowl — on anything other
than the lashes covered
in charcoal black mascara
blinking back, above tongue licking dry lips.
"What a pretty little thing,"
mouthed smirking lips
spoke condescending grins
"Just a lovely darling,"
leered strange faces
in stranger places I was not supposed to be
And yet to trace the path of tapwater now
would only be to tease out
that sinking feeling,
drowning
down the drain.
i could start to be okay
if i should turn the faucet off
exactly the way a victim wouldn't
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
So yeah, this is a poem of mine, inspired by Paul's "that vague, sinking feeling that the world is passing you by."
...don't know what else to say about it.