Know This (A Book of Poetry)

The White Cabinet

Sitting immobile,

The travesty of beauty,

With dust collecting on the top

And fresh paint on the bottom,

When the oiled door is flung open,

First glance: nail polish, pink lotions...

But there is something darker,

Behind the perfume a girls secret is manifested.

Needles;

Knives;

Rusy razors;

Broken bobby pins;

Bent paper clips;

Old photographs;

Cleansing alcohol

Dried blood.

Her delight in its inanimate form,

The true reason she has stayed alive,

Her friends that always listen.

Sitting a bit crooked

The travesty of beauty,

With dust mites spilling off the top

And peeling paint on the bottom,

As the creaking door is coaxed silentlly open,

First glance: mirrors, makeup, chapstick...

But behind the vibrant colors is a grey substance,

Behind those doors are her simple pleasures.

Cigarettes;

Alcohol;

Needles;

Glass bottles;

Big pills;

Doctors note, ten years old;

Old photographs;

Dried blood.

Her highs collected into one place,

The reasons she cries; the reasons she flies,

She knows they can hide her problems.

Sitting on the floor

The travesty of beauty,

With a long crack in the top

And no paint on the bottom,

The door sitting to the side,

At first glance: rotting shampoo...

But behind the chemical stench is her final wish,

Behind the green apple cleaner is her plea,

Words piled together as her last cry for help.

I am alone;

And I can't stop shaking;

There are things in my head;

I see monsters under my bed;

A boy broke my heart;

A man smashed my world apart;

My family is gone;

My will to live has abandoned me.

Dried blood;

Dirty razors;

A dead girl in the bath.

Her secrets compiled in this white cabinet,

Her final call for someone; anyone,

But now she is finally happy.

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So this is kind of dark, but I like it.