Verses For Vivian
She hides a jar of dread
Underneath the bed
With other bottled pains
Until her feelings rust,
Collecting tears and dust
And cobwebs of old shame.
But when the night arrives,
She's just a name on a stone,
And a box of cold bones
That yearn to be alive.
She hides another lover
Under satin covers
To wallow in warm lies
Until she can forget
The folds of deep regret
That drape her weary guise.
But when the night arrives,
She's just a name on a stone,
And a box of cold bones
That yearn to be alive.
Yes, when the night arrives,
She yearns to be alive.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
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