Your Suicide
i wrote this for creative writing...the topic given to me was "someone committing suicide" in this monologue, the story is told through the point of view of the bathwater.
I am so warm, warmer than I have ever been…you must have had a bad day. My small, purple crystals, they dissolve, releasing an entrancing scent of lavender. Lovely, you don’t deserve them. You stand there gazing through the mirror, not into it, through it. A cocktail of poisons calls to you from behind the hideously flawless reflection. Well, not poisons…medicines. They will make you all better. They will bring an eternal smile to your Dreamsicle lips. I will hold you, comfort you. I will caress your ivory flesh. Our tears will mix. I will wipe them away. I will wipe it all away. I will rid you of the filth you do not possess and the beauty that you do. As you surrender your pain unto me, I will seep into your very pores. My smooth aromas will kiss your every breath. I beg you, please, promise me more moments like this. Promise me return. I am your sanctuary. You beat me and I cling to you. You take me in and satisfy you. I will always keep you warm. Your perfect fingertips graze my body’s surface, causing me to shiver, this is your apology. You cannot stay with me. I take in your form. You become me, and I you. I take in your golden strands that you keep hidden from the world. Your hair was once the color of the sun just before dusk with its cherry-chestnut hues. Now it is the color of misery-black that you bought off of the street the same day you started collecting all that you could barter. Knives, they tempted you, sharp and sweet, but they are so messy and bring a painful slumber. You have no car, and if you had, a garage would be of help. You are afraid of ropes, afraid because around your neck, they remind you of his hands which were always so full of hatred. Gentle sleep…that is the only way. “I hope someone feeds my cat,” is your final thought. I rock you into blissful sleep. As you drift deeper into me, I pull you close. I kiss your pale lips one final time, and we grow cold together.
I am so warm, warmer than I have ever been…you must have had a bad day. My small, purple crystals, they dissolve, releasing an entrancing scent of lavender. Lovely, you don’t deserve them. You stand there gazing through the mirror, not into it, through it. A cocktail of poisons calls to you from behind the hideously flawless reflection. Well, not poisons…medicines. They will make you all better. They will bring an eternal smile to your Dreamsicle lips. I will hold you, comfort you. I will caress your ivory flesh. Our tears will mix. I will wipe them away. I will wipe it all away. I will rid you of the filth you do not possess and the beauty that you do. As you surrender your pain unto me, I will seep into your very pores. My smooth aromas will kiss your every breath. I beg you, please, promise me more moments like this. Promise me return. I am your sanctuary. You beat me and I cling to you. You take me in and satisfy you. I will always keep you warm. Your perfect fingertips graze my body’s surface, causing me to shiver, this is your apology. You cannot stay with me. I take in your form. You become me, and I you. I take in your golden strands that you keep hidden from the world. Your hair was once the color of the sun just before dusk with its cherry-chestnut hues. Now it is the color of misery-black that you bought off of the street the same day you started collecting all that you could barter. Knives, they tempted you, sharp and sweet, but they are so messy and bring a painful slumber. You have no car, and if you had, a garage would be of help. You are afraid of ropes, afraid because around your neck, they remind you of his hands which were always so full of hatred. Gentle sleep…that is the only way. “I hope someone feeds my cat,” is your final thought. I rock you into blissful sleep. As you drift deeper into me, I pull you close. I kiss your pale lips one final time, and we grow cold together.