Screams in the mirror
Echo this empty shell
Thrown fists
Trickle blood
Pounded in reflections
Of ghosts in the night
Whispering fragmented
Thoughts that stray
With choices in hand
Of final decisions
Always hiding away
Behind closed doors
So they don't hear
The signs of warning
That call
Only to you
In dreams you've seen
Where you indulge
In the fruit
Of a most selfish act
One of my most favorite poems, tweaked of course, but I'm always writing and rewriting.
Devon A
#poetry, #suicide, #goodenough, #prose, #selfhate
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