Shining

Some days I am an elevator

filled with blood

and when anybody wants to use me

I bleed right in to them

as they run away screaming

and I close my doors for the last fucking time

I swear it, the last fucking time

until somebody else presses my buttons.

Some days I am the mirror

watching you pick away at yourself

staring until you look like a mosaic 

made of tiles of self loathing and disgust

and I want to reach out and tell you

you're beautiful

forgetting I am the one doing this to you.

Some days I am an unwashed duvet

intimately protecting someone for a night

when they don't care that I am disheveled 

until they wake up in the morning 

with a cinder-block for a head 

and a laboratory of corrosive chemicals for a stomach

and they never need me again

Some days I am the crack of sunshine coming through the blinds

making the day worth getting up for

a beam of warmth within myself

the subconscious part of me telling myself to wake up

make it through today, I will keep you warm.

I will drive you to work and feed you

and I will comfort you whenever you need it.

So please wake up.