Hope
Cats: miscellanea|She’s too exquisite.
Too clean.
She moves with grace and poise.
Her smile launches a thousand ships of dreams.
Pristine and perfect.
Her touch is intoxicating.
Her voice a breathy whisper of promise.
Oh, such beauty as to break the heart.
But I roll with a new crowd now.
She doesn’t know what she’s in for, stupid bitch.
Those eyes look on me with unconditional love as I approach.
Her lips turn up into the madonna’s own smile as I slip behind her and draw my blade across her throat.
Stepping back, I’ll let the others do their work.
Cynicism whispers in my ear, “She lets them do it to her all the time, any time. She never stops them.” as Anger and Sorrow violate her.
Her delicate hand stretches out toward me.
Eyes filled with trust and compassion burn my soul.
Disappointment ties the weight of all my sorrows to her feet as she is dragged toward the swift moving current of time.
And still her gaze is locked to mine.
My God, she is beautiful, even bruised and battered as she has become through this ordeal.
I’m helping to pick her up to toss her into the depths.
And as I slouch away, following my new companions back into the darkness, her last whisper echoes through my mind.
“…but… maybe…”
Stupid, fucking bitch.
September 25th, 2006 at 10:48 am
And yet she returns.