She picks up her old happiness,
Sips at it like it never posessed her,
And shows me- in her head at least-
That she is in control.
I lose control.
I pick up my old painkiller,
Twist it between my fingers like it never posessed me,
And show myself how to breathe.
Fight.
Lose.
Red.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
