Fairytale Ending

Betrayed not by words,
Not by actions,
Not by thought,
Not by careless steps.

A pair of star-crossed lovers,

Betrayed by Fate.

While one stands tall though humbled
To his knees with apologies to her,
The other on the ground yet exalted
To her feet with strength  from him.

Perhaps unable to outwit the stars,
But out of defiance they still latch on
To Peace
To Faith
To Love
To Hope. 

Well, Done.

She sits by the well where she dutifully draws
The water to quench the thirst
That her future will have.

Yet no future is coming for her
But she sits there day in and day out
Refilling her pitcher with fresh water
Just in case

Today’s the day.

But it never is.

She dumps the last bucket full
Onto the desert ground

She laughs to herself.

The bucket hits the bottom of an empty well.

Her sandals leave footprints in the sand
Which are quickly hidden when a small wind
Blows across where she used to pace.

Let Go

If you want me to
I will let go
So you can hold on
To the man I tried to save
From a darkness
That only you can conquer.

So take me out of the picture
Which it seems you have already
Done. And go to work
On this person that I know you love.

I don't need to see that you rescued him
But it would sure be nice to know
It was not all for nothing.

But if you don't reveal the final product
Teach me to be content
Until you come back for all of us
Then I guess I'll truly know
What happened to that man.

Muse's Resistance

Kitty mews in the dark
The other sits beside him
He slumbers, satisfied with his kill zone.

The other contemplates the belt as it sits
Wrapped like a mortal coil.
How easy it would be to slide it around his neck
Yank
Until the mortal coil snaps and leaves its band
Of red around his life.

She could be finished
With him
Forever.

Luck Buddy

The kitty gauges the situation
And his yellow eyes capture
The wrestling match.

The man is winning
The other is crying
For mercy.

For him it is all for the moment,
For the other it is an eternity.

The kitty mews and his wraspy meow
Is covered up with the pants and heaves.

Enough, the other whispers, gasping for air
Hoping the end is near.

All the other does is hold on around his neck
Digging nails into his back
And hopes to draw blood.

Finally, the end is near and he breaks from the other
He's finished
Her.

Lucky Him, he got away with it again.

Unexpected Twist

Isn't that everyone's "favorite" part of a story, yet the most aggravating? That scene that leaves you, the reader, with a tight knot in their stomach that makes you cringe, a slight attack of nausea might even settle in and make you wonder, "Ok, now what?" Well, that what my Valentine's Day was about today.

While excitement and thrill spilled over my emotions tonight, it was indeed the unexpected twist that has now caused a lingering sick feeling in my gut that sends wave-on-wave of uncertaintity.

Pan-Bear, 2 cards, a dozen roses, dinner, an Eagle in the highlands of Scotland, a hand-crafted bound book with pictures and vellum- it all leaves me wondering, "Ok, now what?"

My heart for the first time since that day feels heavy with confusion and sadness. So, until this unexpected twist decides to untwist itself, it simmers in my emotions and it keeps me awake at night.

Fix You

I am so angry.

How does she get away with it all?

How does she escape the pain?

Why did you send me here?

Just take me out.

You don't want to bless me anyway, so just send me home.

Stop wasting your creation with me.

You won't send that man will you?

He's never coming for me, is he?

Stop sending me mixed signals.

If he's coming, if he really is coming,

Please, please, please, please...

Let me have a glimpse of his face?

Let me hear his footsteps even if they are slow.

Let me smell his colonge as he nears  my side.

When it is truly time, let his hand reach for mine.

I will not reach for his.

He must pursue me.

He must want me.

He must Love you most.

Too bad unicorns are dead

And the Pegasuses do not fly anymore.

So, put me out my misery, send me home.