mildew

mildew

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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a tiny little
  bathroom

mint green 
    cracked

mildewed
  tiles

    she
stands quiet

still
    looking

medicine
  cabinet

holds
  no relief

a mirror
    barely sees

hints


she
  used to be

happy
  carefree

hints

~


© 2020 Ana Papaya


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enclosed in a small world of despair, in a cubicle of shame...she can hardly stand to look at herself in the mirror wondering where "she" really went...
Trapped in her own mildewed world...yes, it happens much too often...lives become too hard to face for some.
j.

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Ana Papaya

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Thanks much, Jacob! Always appreciate your thoughtful comments!



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life does have its moments

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

2 Months Ago

Life does indeed. :)
Thanks for reading this one!
Depressing. But so real. I hate looking in the mirror, and my medicine cabinet is just depressing (it's getting full) Your painting is full of missed opportunities, regrets, and heartache. I feel like this is something written on an especially lonely night with a few glasses of wine or whiskey, or beer drank alone while a constant rain was coming down with rumbling thunder in the distance.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

2 Months Ago

Hi James, thank you.
I imagine the wine or whiskey would fit the scene nicely. :)
You can't get any more stark than this, one step away from oblivion, and yet, this can creep up on a person.
Isolation is a disease in itself, yet millions stay behind closed curtains every day and quite a lot are found dead behind those closed curtains months or years later. Great write.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

Thanks Paul. :)
Not the image we pictured in the past, of how and where we'd be, as we wonder if this is our lot in life.
That mirror can hint all it likes, I ain't looking at what it has to say.
But then again, the last time I accidentally looked, I did wonder if there was a painting of me in the attic getting younger. Perhaps it started as Munch's scream and is now Munch's giggle.



Posted 3 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

The painting in the attic? Wasn't that the Dorian Gray thing?
Lorry

3 Months Ago

Yes. I just picture my version as baby Lorry on a bridge screaming for my dummy, as real me ages in .. read more
Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

Lol! : )
enclosed in a small world of despair, in a cubicle of shame...she can hardly stand to look at herself in the mirror wondering where "she" really went...
Trapped in her own mildewed world...yes, it happens much too often...lives become too hard to face for some.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

Thanks much, Jacob! Always appreciate your thoughtful comments!

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