It's almost been an hour,
the water is left running in the shower.
She won't bat an eyelid,
For she lingers to gaze on a point fixed in her mind.
Oblivious to the moist water settling on her blemish skin,
Oblivious to the voices outside,
Oblivious to the world around,
She's oblivious to almost everything.
Glistening tears fall down her sullen and hollow cheeks,
She wept but she wept in secrecy.
Outside her mother harbors doubts,
And calls out for her with an anxious voice.
When asked if she was fine,
She concealed the truth with a lie.
"I'm fine" is her reply,
However her insides are falling apart.
For she's just another cigarette butt trampled and crushed by the world with it's aching words and mockery.
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MUSE
PoetryHighest ranking : #45 in poetry "Muse" is just a short compilation of my writings which if you may like to can regard as poems and proses. This is a work of pure fiction, names and places used are completely fictional. (It may contain amateur wri...
