Her long ebony locks tickle the floor
She looks at her eyes, then grooms herself more.
One hundred strokes through her sleek black hair
While she poses straight in her vanity chair.
A splash of crimson on her flushed pale skin
Her lips reveal her deadly sin.
The moonlight highlights her broken shell
Her cold, dry eyes know only time will tell.
She slowly rises, giving one look more
Then hesitates as she shuts the door.
She stops for a moment to soak up the silence
And thinks of the hatred, the selfishness and violence.
She continues on with her only escape
She turns off the lights and closes the drapes.
She readies herself for her final defeat
She had lost the battle and must now retreat.
Wearing her pearls and her laced-up gown
She crawls into bed and lies herself down.
“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep..”
The gleaming dagger targets her breast
Her heart beats violently behind her chest.
Almost there, a small distance more
Her arm stops quickly, sparing the gore.
Laughter arises from the floor below
A boy’s voice-a young naïve fellow.
She opens her eyes, in shock and in fear
That she’d almost lost someone very dear.
She closes her eyes yet once again
She says a prayer and an “amen”.
Her obligations consume her heart
More so than the wish to part.
She thought about love, kindness and care
Life is a blessing, not meant for despair.
We are all attached, like branches on trees
We are all rooted like weeds in the breeze.