Screaming for YOU My Tragic , Yet Beautiful Masterpiece
By AnaMia92
Crimson red rivers flow from my veins. Making a beautiful masterpiece of art. I sit in awe as I watch the blood make wonderous swirls around the broken mirror in my bathroom floor. I stare into a piece of this shattered glass. And even though I'm crying in this floor. In that little shard of glass I see myself laughing at me. Smiling the darkest of grim smiles I have ever set my eyes on. Why I scream. Why do you taunt me??? Why does my pain entertain you??? But as usual she just stares as if she is waiting for me to answer the question I just asked her. She stays silent. Just watching as I cry.watching as she plots my own demise. As I beg and plead for answers. Screaming..... Screaming..... Silence...... Then I hesitate. Now I'm understanding . at least a little at this point...... She is me and I am her....... The silence I get from her is because I am just looking at myself ..... Myself.Just me. There is no one else in this room. But me, dead in the tiny shards of bloody glass. What have I done!?!?!?!,.....Â
Comments on "Screaming for YOU My Tragic , Yet Beautiful Masterpiece"
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On Sunday, March 27, 2016, tmanzano
(207) wrote:
Well done, the imagery you spin here is riveting. I especially like the blood that is traveling between the glass. It lends strength to the visual. Very visceral for me... I wrote a piece similar to this called "Crazy Hot". Very similar in ideas. Good read. Welcome to DP...
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On Monday, March 28, 2016, AnaMia92
(12) wrote:
I also just read crazy hot. Very nice piece. And I see the similarity you spoke of..... Great wicked minds think alike 😜😜😜
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On Monday, March 28, 2016, AnaMia92
(12) wrote:
Thanks so much