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Lying Helpless

by Becca Morton

Shards of broken mirror are lying on the floor
The knife that cuts her wrists is drying by the door

She takes another sip of the lie she calls her life
Farther she sinks down…the bottle to her right

Her heart is made of paper… her eyes are made with glass
They’re only open windows, searching through her past

Tears stream down her cheeks, she wants to be so much more
She screams out a cry for help and falls onto the floor

Her broken memories are far too much to bear
She looks into the empty mirror, pulling at her hair

Her skin is clean and pale, her eyes a murky gray
The blood that paints her hands is hardening like clay

She reaches for her bloody knife and slowly starts to scathe
She can’t hold on much longer…one last drop of faith.

The blade sinks in and cuts her palms
She shuts her eyes tight and her silence comes

...

She throws the crimson knife wildly against the door
She falls onto the shards of mirror… lying helpless on the floor

01/05/2006

Author's Note: right.

Posted on 01/05/2006
Copyright © 2025 Becca Morton

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Vimal Rony on 01/09/06 at 09:02 PM

Well the images might be a bit gory but the soul of the poem is beautiful. I mean if one just envisages the images on screen it wld be repelling but if one goes behind and understands what goes on underneath then the way that underlying thing is depicted through the beautiful line up of words is simply excellent.

Posted by Mo Couts on 08/22/11 at 01:55 AM

Yes, right. Nicely done and organized...sometimes I find emotional poems seem to just spill out but loved that this one had a flow that was easy to follow without confusion.

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