Puddles

The reflection of the city buildings on that lonely street in the puddles of newly fallen rain are upside down; turned, twisted and strewn into single droplets of light, scattering as the mirror image is trodden upon. The lamplight is reflected as a runny paint picture of reality and she thinks anything can be better than here.
 

She could shut her eyes and sink into the rain water mirror and let her sore body be taken into the parallel of this world. She has no past there. She is newly existent, a new soul with everything of the lonely city street lost behind her.
 

But she must open her eyes again and face the unseen destruction inside her and weep without shedding tears. The lonely, barren city street riddled with puddles of runny paint reflections of the world is around her again and the gravity of misery works upon her feet so that she can never move forward. And each mirror of water she passes, she sinks into only to be dragged out of again. She may close her eyes but she has to open them again. There is no rest for the tortured victims of self loathing until they close their eyes with death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A little piece of nonsense about suicide, inspired by a horribly sad news story I read.

Reviews

[Sseoni]

Wow! This story was just so... wow! Yup! Wow! It was so emotional and real. It was totally awesome! It was fantastic! It was so descriptive, very well written, and wonderfully detailed! I loved it! Great job! :D