Juliet

She sits sullen Quiet and isolated Onto a sea-shell littered shore Beaten by the wave Like a mute deafen by the midnight air Child-like, She stares at the moon with freckles of moonrock Silhouetted against the sky streaked with white As if tie-dyed in pale grey As she reluctantly sniffs the salt-scented Twilight mist cast by the sea breeze Worn-out, She strums the smooth silhouette of Her companion —a suspicious-looking Bottle fogged-up by her breath. Considering such of a Sister —not in blood but in heart. In a single doubtful gulp, She devours its rust colored liquor Which, too later, guarantees nothing but The rest her body aches for. Seconds passed, Sea birds have flown Streams of sweat creep south the sides of her face The pins and the needles kick-off Their catwalks on the runway pole of her spine. While, the spotlight of her mind clothes Her thoughts with numbness. She sits still Now prostrate with unease Like a pigeon that had lost half of its feathers Beads of tears trickle Down the wingtips of her lips Frozen with a smile half-baked. Subconsciously Her eyes shut but gently For good. Blues in the night.It speaks on her behalf.