Wednesday, 29 September 2010

The Safe Room

I drink in the toilet. My safe room. The world can’t engulf me in there. As six o’clock comes I switch him on and close my eyes. Going under is imminent. The flames of the amber syrup gently burns my throat. I put the wedge under the door. I always tamper with the locks. To keep myself safe. To keep people from saving me. This is my place. My safe room. And when it is all over I can wipe the bowl. Flush my stomach. Turn him off. Open the door and leave. Smiling of things unknown.
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  1. Deborah29 September 2010 at 09:44

    Your write so deeply and evocatively, I always end up with my forehead scrunched up whilst muttering oooh! ... brilliant :o)

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  2. christopher29 September 2010 at 10:55

    I drank in a study off the kitchen where I kept boxed wine in the refrigerator just a few steps away in the kitchen. I had a drinking chair, a recliner I could sit in and pass out in and not fall out. Also waking back up, there were no stiff necks or anything, the chair didn't hurt me. I never did piss myself there. A perfect drinking chair. There was no door, only the doorway and the chair was right there. My wife kept the bedroom door shut and spent most of her time at home there in what was once our bedroom.

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  3. Rinkly Rimes29 September 2010 at 17:28

    That is quite a terrifying image! And a good use of the words.

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  4. Jae Rose30 September 2010 at 00:25

    Thank you all - and Christopher hope the 'drinking chair' is retired..Jae

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  5. Dreamer30 September 2010 at 06:14

    Brilliant, haunting piece of writing there. I can almost visualize it.

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  6. Jae Rose30 September 2010 at 07:19

    thank you dreamer..Jae

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  7. gautami tripathy30 September 2010 at 07:21

    I don't quite know how to react...

    colours lay bare my soul

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  8. Jae Rose30 September 2010 at 07:45

    Sorry to unnerve you Gautami - I hope it settles..Jae

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  9. Dee Martin30 September 2010 at 08:52

    This seems to touch nerves. I think everyone needs a safe room/zone these days, for whatever reason.

    For some reason this little detail "I always tamper with the locks." made it real for me. There is almost always that little detail in your writing that turns on the light and we are there in the scene, experiencing it.

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  10. Jae Rose1 October 2010 at 04:00

    Thank you Dee..maybe we can share a happier place in one of my pieces sometime soon! jae

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  11. Unknown2 October 2010 at 14:46

    All I can say is WOW. My safe place in the Bunkie and the bottom of a bottle of single malt.

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  12. Jae Rose3 October 2010 at 03:26

    Thank you sender.D..Jae

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  13. Anonymous5 October 2010 at 12:33

    It’s exactly it. And your responses to the comments even, are apart and brilliant.

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