Speak less
Deep breaths
A mundane late summer morning was rolling in
Off the silent horizon as dawn stole the day
The sun had not shown, not quite yet
And thus a translucent veil had been cast
Like a hazy mirage
Upon the scenery as light gathered and
The phoenix bought on the dawn
Speak less
Had become a sort of coping mechanism
Well, as of late it had,
Tension boiled molten hot
Constantly threatening to overspill the pot
Words were thrown in hopeless salvage attempts
So many sunk like hooks, deep into skin
As they got under each others with single moves
Deep breaths
She let the morning stillness cleanse her
Disquieted sleep deprived mind
But the light, or the air perhaps, was weary too
As though it, like her, had lay for hours
Turning over restlessly, tossing in darkness
And had not but for a moment caught a glimmer of sleep
She stared blankly at the landscape
Thinking it probably meant something
But haven’t the first clue what
So she rose from her perch
Felt blades, sharp dew-topped needles
Beneath her shivering skin
And she glided like a mist-bound phantom
Down the rolling green in the predawn shroud
She found herself at the edge of a great dark mass
The one which, months ago, had fishes that she fed
And gazed at for hours as they made their lazy, mesmeric motions
Shadows had crept up her face
Standing with her back to the light
And they told of some beauty yes
But of a fractured and conflicted mind as well
As she peered into her own reflection
On the black mirror beneath her
No wind
Nothing to give her the last little nudge
No noise
No sounds to beckon her down into the darkness
Just her and the pool
A toppling, loss of balance
And a splash now
Her impact broke the silence though she didn’t notice
Drifting in her watery world of stars
Peering through the dim surface
Her and and the murky twilight danced
A sort of impromptu routine
Like one she half remembered from a family gathering
Or something like that
On it went
Her vision started to cloud at the edges
And her mind began screaming
But her heart, or should I say her heartache,
Was having none it if
As she waltzed off….
Sodden and panting
She awoke on the grass
He was frantically over her
She was practically sobbing
As the callous dawn rose up over them both
She would go on to tell him desperately
That this wasn’t the first time
That she’d done this before
She was, and had always been, alright
For him alright wasn’t good enough
All he said to her as she lay there
Speak less
Deep breaths
Magnificent!
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