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Suicide Rooms

Poetry By: SilentSmiles

Suicide rooms

Submitted:Mar 7, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I am there in each rooms end

their branches picked apart,

and breathing violently.

I see the silence lingering

like warmth inside that last bit of light-

a body hanging onto the fetid floor,

head drained of its unmerciful vitriol

limp and shining.

I see her move through the foam

of heady waves,

her somnambulist eyes

twisting away.

She is lean and statuesque

a fine read.

Her body scans the bitter gray,

and wonders why it is so soft-

the sunrise swells and falls within her wishes.

There are fragments

lying like crystals in your palms.

You capture their pleasures of night,

and piece them together like mysteries-

all is severe now, but also blithe.

You are confined inside of the nothing,

an ariel object flushed in rising.

I am present at their beginning,

and remain after their loss has waned-

drifting like so many goodbyes

floating away in keen frustrations.

I notice the waving of hands

And the screaming of eyes.

Through our knees we try begging

Through our lies we try hiding

Through our eyes we try holding..

It slips away like reflections

under too bright of a day.

We are lifted out of the mires

breathtaking view and dance

and plot and play-

I stand held by time

and its ridiculous rules-

I leap to each heart,

kiss each mouth

straighten my back

inside of this impending gloom





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