Author: The Imposer PM
The rantings of a depressed alcoholic.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 220 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-03-12 - id: 3019073
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Alex Hamilton poetry Alicia Stubbersfield
Sunday, a quarter of an hour to midnight,
I set myself to auto-pilot
and race to the bathroom,
I know I won't go through with it in the morning.
But it must be done.
I reluctantly take my first step
icy damp tiles awaken my weary sole,
tepid water trickles gently from the rusting tap.
A sign perhaps?
Not to go through with it?
I rustle around for the cheap disposable razors,
inadequate, but they'll get it over with
a single purposeful sweep removes enough condensation for the job.
I gaze half heartedly at the shattered mouldy mirror,
stretch and submit my open throat.
A wet hand struggles to secure the slippery, razor thin, cracked soap.
Like a melting piece of ice with streams of dark blackened scars appearing.
I lather the thin concoction and apply it to my face.
Three day Auburn stubble,
I begin the stinging process, scanning the mirror for guidance,
Avoiding my eyes at all costs, a feat too numbingly perfected.
The Azure that once smiled,
Now a fading, hollow grey.
I grab the third disposable razor and reapply the soap,
the water is cold now and my skin raw.
I cut through the final fiery flecks of hair
A temporary, crackling diversion from my mind.