Turbulence Within Poem by Jennifer Batch

Turbulent dark waters effervescently stirring
Pounding forcefully upon the rocky shore
High above she stands atop the desolate jagged cliffs
Starring into the deep gray abyss filling the darkening sky
Like tiny, delicate shards of glass,
Water droplets pour down from above
Slicing into her porcelain skin, burrowing deep within her face
Festering like small splinters beneath the skin
She can feel them as if they were alive
Moving, crawling, squirming their way to the surface
Causing blistering pain as blood begins to pool
Falling crimson droplets covering her with an unexpected soothing warmth
And in the darkening shadows as she sits atop a sink
Gazing into a mirror at the scars left upon her face
Her soul is filled with pain and rage
As confusion wraps around her throat
Tightening its grip as she struggles for release
Over the edge of the porcelain bath, water doth begin to flow
Glancing from the mirror her gaze falls upon
Her crimson covered hands and arms
As her mind wanders to the cliff tops
Where raindrops fall down from an ever darkening sky of gray
With a catatonic state of being she slips into the porcelain bath
Sinking down until the beckoning turbulent dark waters
Far beneath the desolate jagged cliffs
Cover her completely washing away the crimson stains
If only for an instant, washing away the pain and rage held so deeply within