Sometime around midnight,
I'm sitting in the dark at my computer
With the usual diversions from reality,
All play and no work,
(Or vice versa) :
The whimpering of the dog in the next apartment over blending with the howling of ambulances and fire trucks and police cars
Their sirens blended together smothering the sound of running engines and horns honking and people shouting at one another.
The pounding of footsteps above,
The dripping sound of a leaky faucet.
In this tiny bubble, there is peace.
Jack in to the system ignore the world
Become what you will, make yourself
In your own image or in another image entirely.
The power of technology.
High tech make believe.
But, I digress.
I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
Dirty dishes and nothing to eat anyway.
Coffee stain rorschach blots on the counter
Manage to hold my attention for a moment.
I walked into the bathroom, with its
Bright glaring white light
Illuminating all my faults in the mirror
How the skin seems to droop beneath my eyes,
The eyebrows are too bushy, the arc
of my nose a bit too curved
My hair, long brown waves cascading down my back ending in tangles and tatters at my waist.
I pick up a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet and begin to cut away the years. |
Submission Name: scissors
