On The Brink

by

Theresa Cecilia Garcia

I Am Going To Sleep
not a ray of moonlight must filter to me
nor white roses or seasprays of lillies of the valley.
Cover me with marble and vine leaves.
Clad me in scarlet
and may God forgive me!
Dark with Deceit.
Caroused to ruin.
Let me feed my body to the humid earth.
Today is Saturday and it is cold.
On the streets faded papers are blowing.
It's five o' clock.
The white bed holds the warmth,
hollow
of a body that lost her gaze, uncaringly
never to find it again.
Between sky and shore
tied to the mast,
within me is the endless forgetfulness of the sea.

Leave me alone now and Thank You for your trouble!
Oh ,and one last favor I must bestow on thee,
if the doorbell rings again,
tell him not to keep trying.
There is no more pretending.
He'll never see me smiling or laughing
saying that I'm fine again.
Do tell him there's no more crying.

I do not live here anymore.
I've gone away.

As down the dusk we step,to the silver edge at the river's low brink.Here is the perfume of leaves with their clinging scent. Sandal incense and musk breeze. Perfect for cold weather and unsure souls.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Butterfly Eyes
by: Faye Hoffman
from: Ketchikan, AK, US

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