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Saturday, October 5, 2013


silent tears
down, down,
lost in the swirl
of rain shower
she feels
that part of her
which defines beauty,
and desire.
a gentle cup,
press then rub.
her mind wonders
to mama
and what she was told 
to look for.
is it there?
the dreaded thing
which threatens
to pull depression
from the womb
of happiness?
one more time...
this was not the future
laid out
in her best plans.
mouthing prayers,
while soft squeezes soft,
a slow stroll
brings her face to face
with lost hope
and tainted faith.
she curses the woman
who looks back at her.
how could she let this happen?
head in hands,
tired, listless 
drag her to the kitchen.
one, four, five
shots of tequila,
before glass shatters
against black & blue backsplash.
she hums melancholy coltrane,
dances and twirls
to the syncopated loneliness, 
and collapses
onto cold white linoleum.
with puffy eyes,
pink from indulging denial,
she laughs herself to sleep
and dreams
of black & white yesterdays.

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