Harriet

Rose Coloured Water

Copyright Harriet

I’ll take a bath
To drown my sorrow
Put my soul to peace
Maybe tomorrow
Things will be good
For a while at least
The waters tainted by my pain again
Let it run down the drain
Swirling
Twirling
This cut is burning
Bloody footprints on the bathroom floor
Chris will you save me?
I don’t want this to happen anymore.

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Copyright Harriet

crimson betrayal fills the night sky
I look out of my window
consumed by my hidden sorrow
hack at my skin
I am a violator of my carcass
A violator of my soul
A vast black hole

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