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6/12/2017 11:29:40 AM
At her door	I watch her ride into the sunset A knowing smile spread across her face As if in amusement Of the grant of a future tryst. I look around me. Lying in blood splattered gravel, Wounds tug at my skin and my spirit begging for a release eternal. Yet a faint hint of gratitude allays the searing pain in my body with a bittersweet promise that my time is yet to come. Years later, Watching me drunk with mirth blind to the surprises woven in the tapestry of time She saunters in with sureness. And her smile of years’ past strikes like a thunderbolt Of course, she delighted in being the guest uninvited. edited by sylviaplath on 6/12/2017
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6/12/2017 11:29:40 AM

I watch her ride into the sunset
A knowing smile spread across her face
As if in amusement
Of the grant of a future tryst.

I look around me.
Lying in blood splattered gravel,
Wounds tug at my skin
and my spirit
begging for a release eternal.
Yet a faint hint of gratitude
allays the searing pain in my body
with a bittersweet promise
that my time is yet to come.

Years later,
Watching me drunk with mirth
blind to the surprises woven
in the tapestry of time
She saunters in with sureness.
And her smile of years’ past
strikes like a thunderbolt

Of course, she delighted
in being the guest uninvited.
edited by sylviaplath on 6/12/2017

pages: 1