When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…

Amelia is out


Somewhere in between       
thick eyelashes and the second behind her eyes       
something stops Amelia from leaving       

It is not lack of a confidence mask
not her camouflaged smile
nor the keys

It is that mirror that keeps staring at her
showing the sadness she shares life with
frustration of waking up with just a memory
guilt of ending it all      (if only)

Only the mirror knows
the naked reflection and the crimson lipstick
Outside she wears dressy hair and savvy shades

Not today, Amelia thought
     Today I want to cry frozen tears
    remove the night shades
   show those feelings
  my pale lips
 the scars

The reflection drags her back
pulls her spirit
fades her chance …

_____Adriana Citlali


Today I am exploring Amelia as a character after the prompt at MeetingTheBar: Character Matters | dVerse.

Author: Adriana Citlali Ramírez

A citizen of the world, born in Mexico city... A physicist (working as a geophysicist) and a part-time artist (creative writing, oil/acrylic painting, photography)… All posts, visual art, and poems ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez. All rights reserved.

16 thoughts on “Amelia is out

  1. oo nice…you hint at more to the story as well…
    i feel her most there in the end…her desire to wear the feelings let them be shown, let them be real
    for a moment…cool piece.

  2. nice character development…and now I see from your comments she’s taking on a life of her own! Good luck to her and you….

  3. I will never look at a beautyful woman the same way.. How much is behind that facade of perfection..

  4. sometimes there’s such a big gap between of how we look and how we really feel…and it’s not easy to show that true face… you def. made me feel her

  5. Wonderful writing! You paint a sad truth. Very nicely done!

  6. this definitely strikes a nerve for me. it’s easy to walk about with a mask facing the world, but when face with your own reflection you can’t help but see past the facade. beautifully written.

  7. Everything is neat and well on the surface, but oh, what lurks underneath… something we all feel, something we all suspect about others, very beautifully rendered here.

  8. all kinds of journeys behind composed faces
    great poem

  9. This is so well done. Can’t wait to get to know her better. The facade reminded me of my Grandma telling me so often that ladies don’t go out without ‘their face on’ and it took me years to understand what she meant!

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