Funhouse

They call this a funhouse,

but I'm not so sure.

The mirrors reflect light onto

distorted facsimiles of my self.

The jagged edges

catch my tattered clothing.

Cutting me as I run,

staggered.

And black trails 

lie in the wake 

of ebony mascara

worn to the quick...

as slick tears

trace my sunken cheekbones.

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Excellent piece Diana! I love the whole feeling of running from your true yourself. You presented it in a very dark and captivating way.

You always have this very nice way of expressing true emotion and great writing in very short, well flowing poems. I love your style

[Diana]

Thank you for your kind review, Michael.

[Pryde Foltz]

Loved the raw imagery of this one.

[Diana]

Thank you, Pryde.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this one reminds me of someone on crack, who is losing themselves to the drug and in the drug....and the physical appearance is starting to look in ruins, just like the feelings of the person inside...who had to find solace in the habit. Much like being in a funhouse...we see our image in the mirror and don't believe it...we just feel it is distorted as an illusion..THAT CAN'T BE ME!!!!!!!!!!

nicely penned..

[Diana]

Thank you, Jacob. Didn't think of that...

[Trace]

so often we see ourselves as distorted as the funhouse mirrors image.
break the glass and create a more perfect image.
look inside first.

Nice work here with inner emotions.

Trace

[Diana]

Not so easy. Thanks, Trace.

[Raymond Federle]

h yeah! Dark and Gothic thoughts and images is what I feel from this piece. There's the running from or to something going on here also and a sense of.... rage as well? Niely done, I likey. :)

[Diana]

Rage...really? I find that amusing. Thanks for the review, Raymond.

[Raymond Federle]

Ummm maybe rage is to strong a word...more like an angry inner fire, a burning desire to break out and break free.

[Diana]

I like both descriptions.

[MsJewel]

I've always feared the Funhouse at the fair. It creeped me out to see a distorted image of myself and left me with a chill. Your poem has that same chill factor. Really great writing here Diana.
:) Julie

[Diana]

Thank you, Julie. I was hoping the chill factor would come through; you've affirmed that.