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The Bathroom

Archive #2 | Copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's note: Day two of posting pieces that I really like. This one is a bit more dark so slight trigger warning (?) to easily sensitive people. Let me know if you like it! Suggestions and feedback is welcome, enjoy :)

The Bathroom

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Dark and hideous, 

I stare at my reflection, blurry from steam. 

My shower, cold droplets on glass— I tried drowning my sorrow for hours.

The shadows that grasp at my skin drag me back down from my high— 

The pleasure that lingers on my lips, 

Tongue numb from the biting of my stained teeth. 

Lips cracked and blue; 

I do not recognise those who have seen me. 

Resentment is the familiarity I cling onto— 

The smell of gore bores into my mind like a surgical drill. 

If you wish to mush my brain, it will take more than one pill to convince me. 

Betrayal and words; 

I will stab my eyes out. 

Pickled for your cocktails; 

Watch your back as you swallow me whole. 

I am mute, silenced by mistakes, 

I see their pain, damned for their torment. 

Blind and tears. 

Do you regret?

Do you regret?

Do you regret? 

I know,

I know…

I know.

Everyone knows.

I will take this to my grave, 

But you will use it to your advantage in heaven.

When it comes the day—

Where I crash into the walls I hastily built up, 

My defences crash as you stand by and watch. 

Will you penetrate such a fragile structure? 

Vulnerability is a sought out weakness from those who grew out of it. 

Endings and virtue; 

I will end this on my own terms.

But I ended the wrong thing— 

Tumbling and spiralling; 

I will see you in hell. 

I scream as you floated, 

What goes around comes around…. 

I was never a part of this equation. 

You cheated from the beginning, 

Your reflection must be hideous. 

But the steam is blinding, 

And the dust clings onto skin. 

The pleasure was hidden burns. 

I am resentment, that familiarity that cannot be described.

You choke on the dark olives in your drink,

Saw heaven for a second, but the screaming drags you back up from your low.

Did you picture my brain on your platter?

Your pain is my torment;

I do not recognise the shadows, the madman that slams into the shower door.

My walls shake,

Cold droplets down the drain.

Will you regret?

I stare at your tears, whispers come from my silent, blue lips…

Hollow eyes stare back.

You will regret it.

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