Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Falling Apart

desperate and shaking


she sought the
quiet side of the bathroom door
and sank to the floor


with the weapon
and the end of her rope
firmly in hand


she'd been here before
and she always shrank back
but tonight

He would have to take the matter
out of her hands

That stunted club
raised high above her head,
poised and full of dread,


Rage and pain rushing down
and coming to BLOW


upon the air...

upon the air...

not her dare

but the air

where the weapon hit
His invisible hand
outstretched before her body

and it feel apart


and all she heard was the shatter
of the matter
in pieces at her feet.


And she feel apart.

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