by Max Bouillet

"A preacher on the radio once said that sins
are cracks in the bucket
holding your soul."

I was sitting on the edge of a pool
with my feet dangling in the water.
It was a perfect lazy summer day
but something was wrong;
the sun was warm on my face
but the face wasn't mine.

A stranger's eyes rippled in my reflection.
Someone else was thinking my thoughts
someone else was becoming me.

I was in darkness.

My feet were cold;
numbness crept up my ankles,
calves, thighs.

I was sitting by the pool
with my feet dangling in the water
but it was winter
and the ice was biting my flesh
and I wanted to fall forward.

Oh, so desperately I wanted to fall forward
but I realized it wasn't me.

I was in darkness; I felt something fall from me.
But there was nothing below for it to fall into.
I reached down to feel for my legs
panicked that they may no longer exist
but I had nothing to reach with.

Slowly, I found myself at the God forsaken pool
but there was no water
just cracked cement
that begged to bleed.


Posted on 03/14/2011
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/14/11 at 05:09 AM

intensely vivid. for some reason I imagine the water as mirrors instead of water. looking deeper than just reflection, like looking into one's soul. intense...~JPP

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/14/11 at 01:16 PM

It sounds like the abyss to me. A very nice write Max.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/15/11 at 05:11 AM

This so perfectly describes the kind of detachment that makes you feel like you're living in the twighlight zone. Of course, they say it isn't "real" anyway....

Posted by Laura Doom on 03/15/11 at 11:49 AM

The civilisation of sins reflects the vagaries of rectitude, and day turns to night when we turn ourselves outside in...or not :>

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/16/11 at 12:52 AM

Nightmare-ish and unsettling. Thank you.

Posted by Julie Adams on 03/20/11 at 01:47 PM

Wow Max, Poe must have held your pen with you on this one!...perfectly eerie, a dark dreamscape, where reality's rules do no apply, but all the fantastical details of a falling deeper into a more sinister version of Alice in Wonderland. I would love to see a series dedicated to this imagery/subject. Ooooh the places it could go...KUDOS star, this piece has a pulse all its own, peace n poems, jewels xoxox

Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 03/30/11 at 03:39 AM

Wow! you too...only kidding, great imagination.

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