Then There Is the Mirror
She sponges her face to brightness.
She has been depressed before
but this trench her mind trudges through
is full of a clinging dark mud
and she can't get out of.
At work she has to teach her hands
to do things she has done a thousand times before.
Then there is the mirror,
she cleans and wipes it constantly
but at each glace she sees her face blurring
as it leaves for nowhere.
She eats alone, the restaurant erupts
with an air-conditioned laughter
that makes her head spin.
Back home she drinks and drunks.
Her friend calls:
"That guy in Section D,
wants me. Last week still hurts.”
“This morning I almost didn’t.”
she replied.
There is a long pause,
duct tape holds together the center -
just.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
