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Red

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Red stains the bathroom sink.

The water floods yet I don’t blink,

splattered on the mirror, it covers a tile.

I stay there standing, keeping still for a while.

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Red, my reflections red

an unwanted reminder that they're dead.

And though the red from my hands are long gone,

the feeling of guilt sets on me like dawn.

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Wails, sobs, their cries echo in my ears

a sudden outpour of agony, an overload of fears.

Terror, terror, I tremble and shake

slipping, falling into the red lake.

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My mind’s corrupt, I’m doomed with sin,

my heart’s pounding from the devil’s grin.

Clenched fists pound agains’t the mirror, knuckles bare.

The torment seeps in as I fist through my hair

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Murder, murder, theres no going back.

Red flows from the glass and into the crack

it’s everywhere, everywhere, a never ending drip.

I shudder from the taste of metal on my lip.

I’m locked and trapped, theres no where to turn,

envisions in hell where I’ll eternally burn.

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Perish, perish, I wish to disappear

dreading the outside, doomsday is near.

No one shall see me, I’m a walking shame,

consider it unholy to speak my name.

An eerie sensation as I creep out the door.

Eyes avert away from the scenery of gore.

I shake the idea, let my mind go to blank.

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Suddenly taken aback from the unexpected clank,

a familiar wail of sirens, flashes of red.

An unwanted reminder that they want me dead.

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© 2024 by Lilit Davtyan

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