Stranded on raft of life

sea of salt corroding,

I cup the water in my hands

cooling my ravished body.

Sun glistens on wave’s crest

mirage of aqueous vows

but parched throat screams

for liquid moisture.

Desperate to quench

my overwhelming thirst,

I gulp the aqua ravenously.

The sparkling promise of H20

dupes me into believing

that my desperate need for

tears of liquid will be met,

only to drown, helplessly,

arms of supplication pleading

to the reckless sea

that promised me salvation.

In words divine, I found your mind,

In foreign scripts I heard your call,

Loud! like the muezzin, confined,

Or the wailing at the western wall,

Christ! in the darkness I cry!

Man and god!

For they have made your temple into a marketplace

and in you, righteousness must find comfort.

In words divine, I found your mind,

In foreign scripts I heard your call,

Loud! like the muezzin, confined,

Or the wailing at the western wall,

For I am alone.

I am left alone to know,

that all our ideals are dust;

we have left them behind to rust.

What is wrong with you? You get dropped on your head as a baby?

"I'm ignoring you," I mutter between clenched teeth while applying eyeliner. Trying to still my trembling hand before she notices.

Too late. God, you're such a baby! Why are you shaking? Fuckin' psycho! They're gonna come take your skitzo-ass outta her in a straight jacket! Crazy bi-

I cut her off loudly. "I'm not listening!"

Just kill yourself, kills yourself, kill yourself

Kill yourself now!

I flip the light off leaving the mirror-me screaming in frustration, unaware of the blade hidden in my pocket.