Writing in Red

I know, I know, another poem. How could I?  I had a writing inspiration and a writing feast. I couldn't stop myself. It is amazing what a little peace and time away from chaos can do. Next week's post will be the end of the short story series (I promise!!! I have it almost complete and then need to edit it.) and then it is back to the book posts. I am almost done. Two more chapters to go. Don't distract me now. 

Writing in Red Lipstick

I came home that night

Walked up the stairs slowly

Never turning on the light

Enjoying the cloak of darkness

Fearing the glaring light of reality

I did not fear the dark

It was a blanket that covered up sins and scars

It was an impassable wall

Keeping at bay the wolf who now sleeps

Down the hall from me

I know the path by memory

The memories of destruction seldom easily fade

I entered my room

Slowly closed the door

Never making a sound

Never disturbing the night into waking

Never alerting the moon

To appear from behind that cloud

And I locked the door

Knowing its fallible defense won't protect me

Refusing even now to light my path

I tip toed and stumbled

Cursing under my breath

Soundless fury, quiet shock

I walked into the bathroom

Closed the door behind me

It whispered shut

And I held my breath

The sound of nothing felt loud, screaming

My held breath releases

Like a gale force wind

I crept like a ballerina

Gliding effortlessly on my toes

I grabbed a towel, rolling it into an impenetrable roll

I laid it by the crack in the door

No light gets out, no light gets in.

I turned on the light

And looked straight into the mirror

I tried to give a smile

But it didn't change my face

Dark circles

Tear stained eyes

Red nose

Disheveled hair

Sunken cheeks

And eyes whose depths of sadness

Seemed deeper than the ocean

I clench my fist

I dried the tears with the back of my hand

I squared my shoulders

Anger now pouring out of my eyes

I stood taller somehow

Resolution!

Awareness does not always come

Wrapped in a pretty bow

Often it cuts

Like a knife

Straight into the heart

Cutting through to the bone

I grabbed for the black tube

And gave a small, angry, defiant grin

I opened the tube slowly

Turned the knob at the base

And raised it up to the mirror

taking a deep breath

Should I really?

My head snaps back up

Did you stop to think

Before you hurt me

No!

And I write my message in red lipstick

THE END!