Not Tonight

Phone cord

Across her stomach

Fingers twining 

In singular desire.

Her lover hems

Her lover haws

The tighter she grip

The tighter her patience

Wanes

As he speaks

The weak excuses

Of unfaithfulness

Not tonight

Not now my dear

I can't get away

I can't see you today

She slowly

Slips the communicator

To its cradle

His voice a constant

Mockery of her indulgence

And she says

Not tonight

Not tonight

He barely hears

The disconnect

Hello

Hello

A look to the phone

and a shrug.

Not tonight will he get away

Not tongiht will she stay 

The car she drives

Takes her right there

The door she knocks on

Opens to his face

Anger ensues

Fear replaces as she shows him 

Her intentions

Gone

He's gone

Not tonight

Will her patience be tested

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A chapter perhaps in the Long Narrative

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Love As A Chronicle

and a metaphor for woman feelings. Nice write ~Stella~

 


 

 

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Violence

I was implying that she shot him!  Good, you didn't read the violence I was feeling at the end! Don't want anyone to think i would resort to that...though the desire to make 'em all go away with their judgement and disinterest is there!