Surrounded by white porcelain,
I'm submerged by what takes my life.
Count down, 3.. 2.. 1...
Clothes slowly soak,
tired eyes, shaky breaths.
Perfect complexion, taken over.
Smudged make-up, dazed expression.
I grasped the side of the tub,
relief in sight.
Desperation is all I've come to.
very good discription, your poem is exactly what the picture shows. without the photo below i would have a great imagination of waht the picture ould look like but reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteVery creepy in a (almost) calming way, you can really tell what;s going on through this woman's head.
ReplyDeleteyou really do a good job of putting the picture in your heard.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! you did an amazing job discribing the picture. You did a great job of allowing the reader to feel the emotion of the subject in the photo. Great job, favorite so far!
ReplyDeletewow, great picture and great thoughts on what's running through her head! you did change tenses in the poem (but that might have been intentional), but it still sounded awesome.
ReplyDeleteYour words fit your image perfectly
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! I like the darkness and the word choice its really an amazing poem
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