Don'T Let Go
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
beneath her chest.
Almost there, a small distance
more
Her arm stops quickly, sparing
the gore.
Laughter arises from the floor
below
The voice of a boy; a young, pure 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
And we are all rooted like
weeds in the breeze.
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