Suicide Inside A Mirror

It was that night of the tragedy

With her, standing and combing her hair

Infront of the mirror- for it wasn´t all a comedy

Combing-Loaning-Auning, her hair

The mirror- a reflection of society´s misunderstandments

Her curls are the only perfection within-

-They need an also perfect grin

 

What is the need of living in a mist of lies?

Everything lays in hiding

and just starring at the skies

All these can be bend inside the mirror

She just has to keep combing

                                            – To hide the truth

Inwardly the mirror, there´s her-dead- on the ground

Her living self on the top of a building

Ready to jump- feeling like shaddy 

 

         Get ready to jump

           for once you do, you will get inside the dead body

             and get back to your self

                  AwAy from this world

 

Image

Painting by Frida Kahlo: ¨The Suicide Of Dorothy Hale¨ the inspiration for this poem

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s