The Literary Phoenix

Funny, the damage a silly little book can do. Especially in the hands of a silly little girl.

We used to step in shadows,
our faces half-hidden from the moon,
cast in a skeletal glow for the crowds
who watched our every move.

And they thought we were “happily ever after”?
Don’t make me laugh.

I nearly gave up on myself-
chained to your body by links of guilt,
disappointment,
reality.

(“This is as good as it gets,”
I told myself with a sigh.)

Then something changed in the storm.

Rain pounded through my veins
(in my blood)
and lightning electrocuted me,
courage screaming like thunder.

And I can’t say I regret a single moment,
or that decision,
but the way the water drizzled down the glass,
like tears, like anger, and in the end,
it doesn’t matter.

(What is said, what is done.
No use being broken.)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: