Hi this is my first post :) reflection while folding clothes |
Folding clothes, warm from the dryer Sprawled across my creaky bed, I take time to admire The complexly woven thread. I come across a skirt That brings me pain I can't endure And I get hurt, hurt, hurt As the dark gains more allure. I think of all the girls With all the smiles and all the laughs All the gold and all the pearls While I come up missing half. With every pattern, every color New identities come to life That makes me smaller, smaller, smaller Until I'm faced with inner strife. As I convince myself I'm sane My mood soon bounces back Just before my unearthed pain Makes way for an attack. An itchy, worn out sweater Is my prized wardrobe staple That makes me better, better, better Because it somehow keeps me stable. All I can do is think of him. Beautiful colors, surface joy. But itching fills to my brim, Though there's so much to enjoy. I then grab for colored tie dye With messy, quirky rainbow That makes me cry, cry, cry Before I soon begin to grow. The clothes have lost their heat And my tears are nearly gone.. I almost feel complete. I am no corpse to feed on. |