Friday, August 19, 2011

from the corners.

the pages were frayed,
a distant light flickering
like the wings of an injured butterfly.

hope seemed like a faraway memory
of yesterday,
so close, yet out of immediate reach.

a sigh escaped from her lips,
downcast eyes holding the gaze
of an empty hall.

what seemed to exist just wasn't there.
no, not any longer.
not anymore.

what was left were memories
of what once was, lingering
like a scent.

she was too reluctant to let go.
it was like giving up, quitting, forgetting,

unhealthy as it was,
she just wasn't ready.
no, not at all...

for she loved basking
in her anger.

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