Friday, July 29, 2011

Because They Didn't Have a Future Together

“Am I not good enough?”
He counted,
The uncountable times she had asked him this.
And she heard him laugh.

“Oh, I couldn’t have wanted anything better!”
Deceptive Hopes – rising,
Flooding,
Smirking at her foolishness.
She let them grow,
Fill,
Infiltrate her heart.
And hold her breath tight,
To try and live every blink of an eye,
As much as she might,
Till he killed them –
The Hopes –
Their cheeks now beaming
And eyes gleaming,
With ridicule for her.

While they were still breeding in her heart,
He killed them there,
With his own hands.
His own hands –
Which had so often cuddled her hair,
Pulled her cheeks,
Entwined her waist
To kiss her lips,


Or seeing a teardrop,
Clouding and sparkling,
On the edge of her bushy eyelashes,
Wiped it off,
With such care and warmth,
With tenderness and love.

For several sleepless nights,
She cried,
She screamed,
She bled from pain,
Her mind was bruised,
Her heart felt battered.

If only she could shout,
If only she could scream,
And let the world know
How much she loved him,
Without shame,
Or disgrace.

He robbed her of all –
The smile that graced her,
The vivacity that defined her,
The skeleton of chastity
That had always swathed her.

He got married.


Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Runaway Princess

Darkness benights my domain

Pessmism,

Is what people would call it,

Or Evil perhaps..

What is Dark, to me, is Royal..

Royalty in my veins,

Royalty to smear my blood with,

In Nyx's demesne