Aug 29, 2012

Flood

Here it comes..
Her lips part
His lips part
Hateful angry words flood, black and wet
Their hearts part
Loneliness comes flooding
She carries them with her wherever she goes; features of every man that put her here
How their darkening eyes marveled as they counted her flaws, gleaming with piteous self righteousness
Not quite how they lit in lustful vulnerability when they said "Beautiful"  
How she hates them now
How she loved them then