The water burned so hot it was cold.
And her skin was so ice-like it felt warm.
Like a fire, the flames licked her body.
Like a blizzard, the snow covered her skin with frost.
The light was so bright she couldn't see.
And the dark was so empty it made her feel whole.
Like a crash, she was blinded.
Like the shadows, she was forgotten.
The nightmare was so detailed it was a dream.
And the details were so vivid that they looked fake.
Like a restless ghost, she thrashed around in her sleep.
Like a picture, she suddenly remained still.
The decisions were so bad they felt good.
And the reward was so tacky that she threw it away.
Like a criminal, she continued to live her life.
Like a third place prize, she was no good.
She couldn't control it anymore.
To her, there was no difference:
Between hot and cold,
Light and dark,
Fantasy and reality,
Good and bad,
Dangerous and safe.
It all blended together.
There was no difference.
She couldn't see the truth
And she couldn't decipher the lies.
The line that was there,
She already stepped over-
Ending her life as she knew it.
For the person she was now,
Was not the person she wanted to become.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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