Sunday, September 18, 2005
damage was done
isobel prepared the breakfast.
he said he wanted none,
and went back to munching his ego.
she held the butter knife tight in her hand.
the raspberry jam stained her hand,
her blood staind the knife.
a pool of red
reflected in her eyes.
isobel walked away.
she set the alarm clock
so that she can wake up from this moment.
she sank into a deep sleep,
and she heard a voice.
The stars crashed the cars
says:
"sorry to have hurt you,
nothing i could do really,
the damage was done,
can't be undone.
thanks."
she snapped at the buzzing alarm clock,
with her hand still bleeding.
with a heavy head,
an aching heart,
isobel wandered off.
she stopped reading.
she found a book
which she wrote, years ago.
on the side of the spine,
she had used a dark pen
and written:
my life is because of you.
that was for R.
she was isobel's best friend.
was.
when she stopped her wandering,
she recalled.
all as sadly said,
the cruelty surpasses
all love, all faith, all belief.
she placed the breakfast
once again.
he said maybe.
now do you know?
reader k | 9/18/2005 04:02:00 AM |
