Poetry

Padded Room

Padded Room

By Savanna Brown

Gloss across my lips and mascara on my eyes,
A blue jean pair wrapped around my thighs.

Different words and voices that I hear.
Many of them are crystal clear.

A glass of wine red I held in my hand drowned my thoughts a hundred times.
I went back to each one and replayed them just to keep a remind.

I waited patiently and rocked back and forth on my heels.
A knife on the night stand made a creeping dark appeal.

My finger glided across the blade and I rose it above my head in the mirror.
Then I saw nothing but the pads in front of me more clearer.

Everything froze in place and I couldn't hear anymore.
My arms were contained and my body was sore.

With my feet crossed and finally my mind empty.
I came to an agreement to have a mind of plenty.