Flashbacks

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Is it weird to not be visible,
When you stare at yourself in the mirror?
Er, Edit,
Is it okay to not see your reflection,
When you stand right infront of a mirror?
I can't see myself,
I can't feel myself,
But I know it exists,
My body,
Me.
It is somewhere,
Existing.

Flashback
11:00 PM
Slow and quiet,
One step at a time,
Hold the door,
Don't let it squeeze,
Shut it gently,
And count to three.
That is how you escape from a house,
That is how you prepare for hell.
Slow and quiet,
Baby steps to miles.

There's a bottle of vodka,
Almost empty,
And ashes of cigarette,
Who's smoke now stings.

Flashback
3:00 AM
I didn't grow up like this,
To be here,
Smoking weed,
In arms of a stranger,
I didn't grow up to be like this,
But I'm kissing a man,
With smoke rings on my lips.

It's a mess,
The room, my life and me,
It's a mess,
And maybe mirrors don't reflect mess,
But only consequences that follow,
I can't see myself,

Neither do I want to,
Anymore.

Flashback
12:00 AM
How did I end up like this?
Wondering, I entered,
Slow and nice,
Like a lady.
A lady,
Can a lady behave like this?
Covered in pearls,
I often see monsters in masks.
'Drinks', I should stop wondering,
I'd rather drink to stop pondering.

Existential crisis,
Is that a thing?
Maybe nobody ever saw me,
Like I can't, today?
There's a vodka bottle,
And a mirror,
Nothing to acknowledge,
So I shatter their existence,
Fast and strong,
In a throw.
Just like my demons,
Maybe I'd see me too.

Flashback,
1:00 AM
"you wanna go home?"
That's what he asked me,
"Home",
I'd love home.

There's a knock on the door,
Was I noisy?
Another thud,
Maybe life is too much,
Yet nothing at once.

Flashback
4:00 AM
I'm still kissing a stranger,
Still smoking,
Still alive.
I'm still alive.

I'm not visible,
But I'm not dead,
I'm not rainfall,
I'm a hurricane,
I don't often live,
But when I do,
I sweep the whole city away.
I'm not dead,
Not until you remember this,
Not until you read this,
And I hope, never to be.

'SAVE DRAFT?'

If only life asked the same.