09-05-2007, 10:17 PM
The Mirror Cracked First
my bathroom is infested with spiders.
they crawl on every surface you can touch.
once upon a time it was shiny.
it was pretty and clean and lovely.
now it is cracked and broken;
its facade of white counter tops,
shiny silver chrome,
clear water,
is nothing but that...
a fraud.
a fake
trying to hide its impurities.
impurities that started as a single crack
and that single little crack cracked a thousand cracks
until the walls and the ceiling nearly collapsed,
held up only by fragile strings.
these spiders, the spiders who multiply by hundreds,
their venom seeps in further.
it makes it deeper.
and as the paint chips off the walls,
the fluorescent purple light grows dimmer and dimmer.
the spiders never cease their spinning..
they spin a web with a tale of the long-lost.
i lay on the bathroom floor and suffer their fangs, while
my body will decay with the moldy rugs.
slowly the walls lean into themselves,
the mirrors crack until all reflection is lost.
i try to look in..
but i see nothing.
nothing but a lonely version of my warm soul.
the longer i sit, the colder i feel.
and finally, that fluorescent light,
the last piece of sentience,
burns
out.
with it collapses the room with the tattered towels,
the chipped paint and broken mirror.
i shut the door on my decrepit bathroom
but the spiders;
the spiders live
on
always.
Author's notes..
So oddly enough, this was inspired by the spiders in my bathroom, although it actually has nothing to do with my bathroom at all. I love gigantic metaphors, don't you? I'm not sure why I decided to leave it in all lowercase.. I just liked the look of it better that way. I actually really like this one, so tell me what you think. :D
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