Perhaps on this day

you chose the fruitwood bench

because it faced the far side

of nothing.


The lady who sat next to you

was cross-legged with intent.

Her hair was black and coiled

and dripped with apathy.

Her face was a certain

punctuaion mark

that I couldn't recall just then.


A period. I'm sure of that now.


You could smell the fear

that I hid in my pockets

just moments before.

I careened my way

towards the salt of your tears.

There were no questions to be answered

or words to be heard.

Just the shock of one emotion

cutting through the air.


I was destined to walk through

those doors

and ignore the man

who was manning the desk.

I was destined to feel

the eyes and the ears

and the drafts from the

wrinkled bodies

who walked the halls.

And on this day,

I was destined to fail

as a daughter.


Although it stood with me

"the best I could" never exited my body.


It was

like sap from a maple tree

like nails peirced half-way through

like an exit wound.

I brushed on the surface of things.

I could not heed the warnings.


After jabbing what seemed to be

words at the woman who

fell victim to your cause,

I returned to you.

I did.

I returned to you.

Your cheeks deflected

what little light was left outside

and your arms were quivering

right off your body.

I saw them fall to the ground

and roll next to your feet

which were next to my father's.

There was no blood.

Or stench.

There was nothing obvious

or relenting.


After a few moments

I began looking for another bench,

one made of blackened iron,



But then I realized

the sun was already dying.










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running_with_rabbits's picture

:) does this mean you are back?

That opening line was amazing! infact the first three 'paragraphs' really hit me, the way you describe things is so out of the box and yet fitting! I hope this means we will be seeing more from you once again

Much Love


life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

I agree with rabbits, I hope

I agree with rabbits, I hope you are back in action. Beautifully written, and i dont have to tell you how much I adore your words. They always have class, style, and mystery. Welcome back!

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

running_with_rabbits's picture

:) she is one of my fav poets

:) she is one of my fav poets on the site so excited to have her back!

Much Love


RainerBukowski's picture

Thanks you two! Hoping to be

Thanks you two! Hoping to be on the site more often. But when it strikes!

running_with_rabbits's picture


I hear ya ohh do I hear ya

Much Love