we see her shudder
shut her
eyes
to the lies
told
over and over
getting so old
that she sighs
becoming
less
bold
more deflated
tolerating her fate
her bed
is made and she
lies nestled against the
lies
a false warmth like
whiskey makes her
gut and cheeks
burn but she learns
she can’t escape the bite
no matter how tight she
hugs the drug we call
“love”
it is false and she
falls like so many
women finding
that the wings she once had
have atrophied she sings
but her voice is
muddied by all the
thoughts she’s held in
her emotion-clotted
throat
the hope that once
fluttered from her
lips strong like a
fire-winged bird
has not been
heard she has no
words so she curls
into herself and
sucks her silence
like sour candy while
all her dreams and
fantasies shrivel and
turn to sand that
slips through her
hands
she’s going fast now
will disappear unless
somehow she can hear
the beating of her
heart in
its cage of bone
until she can
learn to call her own
body her solitude
her own company
“home”
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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