She doesn't need a man.
All she needs is her brain.
For men have proven to be dumb, cumbersome, brutal, beast. And she has had her fill
of their feast.
Bus leaves in five minutes
Might as well be five hours
One minute feels like an eternity As the rain begins to fall
Memories cascade
Over vibrant realities
Becoming bitter
As time rushes in
And love
Rushes out
Conversations become Entanglements
Divisions
Of independent thought
Turned quickly into
Perfidious satire
The Thump Thump Thump
Of your fist
Against my heart,
Head, and face
I coexist but cease to exist
Hiding behind an overzealous Pair of
Designer sunglasses as if
Donna Karan
Could cover up the shame of Your designing
Thump Thump Thump
Fist wailing
Glass shattering
Relationship broken
The pieces scattered over time
Thump Thump
But I love you
I thought you loved me?
Thump
My mouth
Becomes a metallic ritual
Of beating drums
Played out in blood
Upon my emotions
The bus leaves in five minutes
Echoes through the station...
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
