a bit of prose
The bitter taste stays on your tongue - white parts of a citrus fruit accidentally spreading in your mouth. You hadn't meant to go that far and the consequences of your actions are felt; spreading like wildfire in your mouth, sending horrible messages to your brain and you can't help but squint your eyes; wince as you register the lingering acrid taste of your unintended bite.
You went too far it seems.
And somehow your heart constricts in a different way and tears spring unbidden into your vulnerable eyes falling slowly, catching on blemishes and rough spots on your skin.
Imperfections. You were always filled with imperfections.
Even as the bitterness abates, the tears still fall. You glance at the mirror; see the stranger staring back at you. And then you feel the worn carpet under your shaking hands; arms; see a blur of dull tan before you. It magnifies then blurs again. There's a dark spot seeping slowly outwards.
You wish you could grip the material underneath your fingertips but so many people used it - there's barely anything left to hold on to.
Just like you.... just like you.
You went too far it seems.
And somehow your heart constricts in a different way and tears spring unbidden into your vulnerable eyes falling slowly, catching on blemishes and rough spots on your skin.
Imperfections. You were always filled with imperfections.
Even as the bitterness abates, the tears still fall. You glance at the mirror; see the stranger staring back at you. And then you feel the worn carpet under your shaking hands; arms; see a blur of dull tan before you. It magnifies then blurs again. There's a dark spot seeping slowly outwards.
You wish you could grip the material underneath your fingertips but so many people used it - there's barely anything left to hold on to.
Just like you.... just like you.