Medusa’s in My Mirror | a poem

postcards & suicide notes from the void #18

Medusa's in My Mirror

The blistering flames as
I stare into the abyss
and the blood runs down

My body is marked with
cuts of cherry bliss
though I’ve held them
like shooting stars
and prayed upon a single drop
like wine under candlelight

Close to my chest
my bulletproof vest
all the cards are scattered
like blood on the walls
as I dance in my
white hospital gown

A lobotomised madman
I spin round and round
to the turning of a bassline
and the opening of my
scars like flowers
like willows in the dead of night
bending to the calloused hands
of suicide

Before the mirror, I stand
staring into the eyes
of Medusa, I’m calcified
this wreck cannot survive

this wreck did not survive.

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