The Darkroom

Author: Kristin Reynolds
Word Count: 279
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The Darkroom

This is a poem about one persons addictions and untreated problems, sucking the life out of their partner. About being squashed by another who is so heavy, and so dark that you feel so small you can barely breathe beneath their ever present shadow.

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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Anger Management, Core [C.O.R.E], Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Everyday Life, Inspired By Life, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, The Art of Pain, THE SISTERHOOD, Up & Coming Writers, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom! and WMG

Is it not enough that you’ve hung me beside
myself from your fraying rope, tendered by

graying wooden clips with rubber fingers -
must we really soak on dry until we are sepia

toned, under-developed photographs left on fix?
Why is it you still feel the need to marinate

my every flexed tendon in formaldehyde?
Is it the slow bumping up against red glass

that turns you on; that you relish? Or simply
the come-hither thrill of the bottled hunt?

Watching our developing forms (and by ‘our’,
I mean me and myself. _‘I’_left the party half

cocked and ready for more) submerged
beneath the red tinge of shadow forms split

at the wrists, dividing one truth from the
next; your tapping, impatient, ready to dance

fingers drumming my convoluted tumbler to
halves, throwing tomatoes, cabbage and micro-

brewed beer bottles at my smiling face as it
develops, appearing as every god damn thing

you never could do, slowly, quickly emerging
hung on the next pin over.

O’ how you hate that photo!
The one where I’m smiling and you’re not.

The one where I know who I am, and you
don’t. The one where even though there are

two of me there are, at last count, 10,000 of you.
And if you could see your own face through

the wide V darkroom dusk looking back at
yourself you would see that sometimes even

the best photographers get it wrong. Sometimes
all there is is shadow covering up the best parts

leaving no room for light meters, fixer, or dull
graying clips clutching white Mickey Mouse fingers,

forcing the image still.

Shoaib .

wow you are awesome “you would see that sometimes even

the best photographers get it wrong. Sometimes,
all there is, is shadow covering up the best part”

i agree

your writing rocks
Kristin Reynolds replied

I thank you, yet again, Shoaib, i am flattered. :) rock on. Kristin
wigs

this is an amazing write…loved reading it… and totally agree
Kristin Reynolds replied

thank you so very much! Kristin
anaisnais

Ooooh Kristin, a delightful use of the language!
‘The one where I know who I am, and you
don’t. The one where even though there are

two of me, there are at last count, 10,000 of you.’

Wondefully penned as ever, keep it flowing…Anna-Marie
Kristin Reynolds replied

Thank you so much, hun! Kristin
autumnwind

I know I’ve said it before, but I must say it again. Your poetry rocks the universe. Not repeating lines that blow me away – too many. You are so flippin talented. xoxo
Kristin Reynolds

Shar, darn it, you are soooo good for me. :) love you to bits and pieces!!!!! XO love, Me thank you. :)
Mark Ramstead

I want to turn on the light in this dark room and ask “What is going on in here?” I can’t say more here, but generous women have so often chosen men who’s needs exceed their great capacity to give. It seems that the charm these men posses, provides the just the right hook.
Your writing is sublime, and is only exceeded by your love of those you love. It shows.
Kristin Reynolds replied

I wish you could have. but, I most likely would have down-turned my eyes, and said, “Nothing…” as sad as that is.
You are so kind, thank you. :) Thank you for looking inside, beneath the rubble.
you’re the best. :) xo
Mark Ramstead

I am just an admirer, you are the best.
Kristin Reynolds replied

mwah!
erich biemer

how beautifully you explores such an ugly symbiosis…..and how wonderfully you realize every atom has it’s time to split…
Kristin Reynolds replied

Thank you, Erich. :)
and what a brilliant comment this is. yes indeedy, there is always a time to split. :) xo
Mark Ramstead

I don’t see rubble. I do see a beautiful stone wall built from rubble and I am trying to make out the shape of it…
Kristin Reynolds replied

:)
How about grail-shaped? like naughty Zuet’s grail-shaped beacon in Monty Pythin’s holy grail. lol
I can do grail-shaped. lol
Mark Ramstead

I bet you can…