Blood and Water

Blood and Water

I see my reflection in the pool of murky water.
Blood trickles down the length of my fingers, sending ripples that dance upon my image.
The thoughts that malign my sanity are relentless.
I try to pummel them back into the depths of their insurrection.
Each time I blink I will my mind to keep shut.
I scowl at the voices to stop.
All they do is mock and ridicule.
I stare at my reflection again imagining this is how uncertainty must feel. 
Unperturbed one minute, restless another.

Life.

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