Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Smothering The Fire


             Her smile was resolute not sweet
             The gleam in her eyes like a dim light 
                                    Reflecting off black ice
             This was not going to be a pleasant conversation
                
             He looked at his hands and took a seat
             Dreading yet another fight
                                    It was getting so hard to be nice
             Getting so hard to sit still for a verbal castration
               
             That's when he noticed the large bag at her feet
             And that she was staring at him like a rat might
                                    Like a not-so virginal sacrifice
             He steeled himself for some character assassination

             But she just calmly stated she wasn't there to eat
             For a second she looked a little contrite
                                   And he felt like his head was in a vice
             Wondering what was this new damnation

             "Here is everything I don't want to keep"
             She said as she picked up the bag on her right
                                  He stood up, didn't think twice
             "Thanks," he said, with just a hint of gratification
             
                                          
             

               
               





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