Writing Prompt

They say that the eyes are a window to the soul,

Whether it be broken or remaining pure and whole.

But as I stand over your casket, somehow I’m still coping.

Despite the knowledge that your windows will stay open.

Then as if you’re sending me a sign from up above,

In through the highest window flies the whitest little dove.

A man comes in and shooes it out, ignoring my fresh tears.

“Sorry, that ...

The window is stuck and I cant close it.

It’s letting in all sorts of things.

Bats swoop in, bee’s fly in, spiders crawl in.

It’s maddening but I cant do a thing about it, infuriatingly maddening.

My hands are tied and so I scream, but in my pillow.

It’s not my fault it’s stuck, they broke it.

And they wont fix it.

Sometimes I’m glad they broke it.

I mean I hate the creatures but its good to...

It's pretty to look through

But what you look at is minimum

You could see the sun or the flowers

Yet you're still in this place

Trapped

He said it was for protection

But how much longer can you wait

And stare at the circling world outside

All you can do is wait and wait

Trapped

Even if you wanted to escape

You can't because the beautiful piece of glass is locked

Stuck here with no one

Ju...

He may not live in my mind rent free anymore, but he does stop by. I keep my doors locked at all times, but he knows of the broken window in the attic which will not close.

I know he sneaks in from time to time. I’ve seen traces of him having infiltrated my spaces. In the hard to access areas, hidden in the past.

Lurking around corners and hiding in the shadows, i know he is there, waiting for ...

Rain soothes me

It gives me relief

But it can get you wet

The water can rise above you

Where you cannot stop it

Struggling to breathe and keep afloat

You try to stop the rain

But it always comes back

Again and again

Stronger than before

Until one day

It rains

But quicker than the times before

Higher than normal

Until you are under

Your head pounding

Begging for oxygen that your body...

The open window

Let’s in the rain

Every night

As I lie alone

In a bed for two

The open window

Won’t let me close it

The room fills with water

As I sleep

It goes over my head

The open window

Lets the water in

But it won’t spill out

As it fills my lungs

I gladly drown

The open window

Might finally shut

One day in the future

As I finally let go

But I know I can’t let go...

There’s a window in my attic.

It’s an old attic.

I want to open the window.

Sometimes I try.

It’s usually dusted shut.

I’d like to see the outside sometime....

I struggle

Stuck to my seat beside the window

Eyes shut, but ear opened

Heart open and bruised

I can’t stop

Hearing the words

Spilling through my open window

Like searching, dripping poison

Trying to find me

To hurt me

But I can’t close it

I can’t shut the window, it’s doesn’t budge

Because maybe I deserve this

I’m a creature made of filth

Disgusting, innocence runs from me

So I sit there, a...

Cw: suicide

•

She wrote her final note,

lying on her bed, beneath the window—

the one she wasn’t yet aware

she’d jump from.

The act wasn’t planned,

but the pen under her pillow

and the wall beside her

seemed to call her hand.

She pressed ink into concrete,

scraped at the drywall,

ensuring that anyone who came after

would see the marks she left behind.

Satisfied with her work,

she tidied...

It’s the constant state of mind

Breathe in and out

The cold or warm air I might

Just sleep on the floor tonight

Begging for the closure

There’s times it falls over

But it gets up after an hour

And I hate how we called it “ours”

Feel the cold air enter

And I shiver then flinch

When the warm air appears

Then I hide till it clears

I’ve waited years for you

To lead me on

For me to write

That I hat...