White satin fills the coffin
the depth of darkness rising in their eyes.
Rain is falling from the skies to ease
the heat of grief. A dog is baying,
distantly aroused. Even as the autumn
starts to fall.
Perceptible, the shift
from here to there.
Morose, the shock uncovered in their stares.
They never thought she'd ever let it go.
The feel of life that made her suffer so.
The loops of their relations can't retain
an imitation of the past.
Years ago, she'd lost her
Her husband's death became her altering.
Years had passed, but still her anger
lingered on for that. How dare he die
and leave her flat and unprovided for?
Psychotic, the illusions
Fear unleashed that couldn't be abated.
Her death was drawing much too near.
The future was a mist, unclear.
The present moment shivered
in a feel of cold - obliterating love.
She used to prize the great
that held so many feelings in.
Believing in a sense of sin,
she couldn't quite abide anomaly.
Dual pressure, battling inside.
Explosions when the stress became
too high. Striking out in cruelty
each time she felt denied.
Psychotic, her reactions
were the same
as in the days they used to call her sane.
But tinted in a different hue that shadowed
all the worth she used to feel.
The difference was, she verbalized them,
acting out the inner blasphemies.
And more and more, the
depths of her
were finding tones that shifted her existence.
Sequestered in her home in isolation.
Strangers that cared not for her addictions.
Death looming at the edge of her creation.
Refusing all the letting go that dreamt
her into endless hours of sleep.
Reaching out for other
pulling back into the comfort zones
that were her life. Tedious, but still
her preference. Her fear of the unknown
was all that held her to that zone
of misery. Pain that came and went
and came again. Standards melted
in the pouring rain.
White satin filled the
coffin to disguise
the depth of darkness rising up
within their weary eyes. Rain was falling
from the skies to ease the heat of grief.
A dog was baying, distantly aroused.
Even as the autumn entered,
forcing her to find the fall, at last...
? Michaelette ?
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