posted February 28, 2005 05:22 PM
I wrote this about a month ago, it applied to a situation that is no more!-------------------------------------
Sun crackles through the tree branches
Like
Withered old fingers
tickling the ivory keys
The cold stings her nose
She didn't wait for the car to heat up
before escaping that sad scene
Morning filled with
Loathing
stale smell of wine and cigarettes
mingled with the toxic sound
of steely guitar
She tries not to think
pushes out the images of her stumbling feet
that followed his upstairs
to her nightly death
Blinks away
memories
of pretend passion
She played his words over in her head
She knew she was selling
a part of herself
for pennies on the dollar
Turning her skin to leather
Her soul to granite
She had traded love for insult
cheapened the meaning
of beauty
Reduced it to dinners and fine port
conversation about emptiness
They were partners in crime
accomplices in lies
comfortable in misery
Afraid to cross over from their side of reality
Into the chaos of truth
To feel something real
Ghani
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