TheMorningSad

Burn away
2002-06-26 17:10:32 (UTC)

Vast

You were gone when I woke, I was unable to tell
you of my dream, not that you would have wanted
to hear my voice. I doubt I would have been able
to endure you that morning anyway. I was left alone
and I wondered if you would ever come back. Was I
the one who should have felt shame? It was all over
the house, it almost became a seperate entity.
My dream didn't let me think of anything else,
where was my painted girl? Why had she not visited
me when I needed her most, red and white lines had
blurred and she was not there to whisper them back
into place. I must confess, you did worry me that day.
You must have known, because as I began to play with
my tired veins, there you were. No words, just your
eyes and they were not asking me anything. In fact
they looked quite content. You covered my red lines
with white lines and I found her. My painted girl.
You said nothing as you showed me your bruises.




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