White
the subtle noise of the rain and
the scent of wet soil climbed up
to my room that it felt like it meant
to look after me and put me at ease.
distracted by the sound of a downpour,
my mind started to drift. I never felt this calm
wrapping myself to the cold. I felt I'm forgiven
by the ghosts of the night as my witnesses.
collapsed on the damp floor
inside the messy bathroom,
gripping a strange small bottle
until my knuckles turned white
is what they'll find once it's over.
I doubt anyone could
even realize what I'm
about to do at this hour.
I lowered my gaze and
saw my hideous reflection
against the wet surface.
disheveled black hair that passes
both of my shoulder blades,
eyes that resemble of dead fish's,
white lips with busted skin,
a pale complexion caused by anemia,
and a body that has been marked
by the abundance of sinners and victims.
I hate what I'm seeing.
I despise how angry yet vulnerable
I appear on the smeared ground.
It genuinely makes me want to throw up.
I wanted to scratch it off and erase the reflection
until it disappears. It suddenly feels itchy
all over my body, I can't pinpoint
where exactly is hurting. And it annoyingly stings.
It aches. It's bleeding. I'm suffocating.
I'll put an end to it. I'm finally gonna do it.
Just when I'm about to open my mouth and drink the chemicals from the tiny container, suddenly a gust of wind reached me and I felt the soft chills at the back of my neck.
"Hang tight," a familiar, low voice echoed in my ears.
Just with those two words, I burst into tears and instinctively threw away the bottle like it burned my palm. I then silently gave my thanks to whatever that tried to stop me.
ー侘寂.
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