Vanity isn’t enough.
Obsessing over these details, knowing you have it all,
Lost and satisfied
Listlessly you examine that perfect face,
But your soul awakens, and the life in you drains out through a slit in your leg.
Sitting in this porcelain tub, with these vivid memories exiting the body
Watching the red eagerly yet with no emotion
A deep incision into the femoral artery
Heart starts pounding through the chest, sweat drenching the hair,
flowing down the back.
With an uncontrollable smirk drifting across my face,
My regrets swallowing me, and an image I can’t get out
A loud noise reverberates through my ears.
Vision gets blurry,
Memories dissipate,
Until one last image remains,
Then it’s over.
Reference FI: https://www.ignant.com/2016/12/09/the-blurred-image-of-humanity-by-jesus-leguizamo/
