Plastic EyelashesA Poem by nihilistictablelampAbandoned trees with uncut grass, A man had lived there, a man so crass. His wife bore two daughters, one dead at birth, blackening the days. Committed she stayed, hoping to dissipate her husband's lackadaisical ways. Then one winter came, where the wife lay in bed and moaned. "Tis' a burden you are, love"; In response the man groaned. "You're too boring in bed, and your breasts sag far too much." "I could've married that man, you know, the handsome one, the Dutch." A menace, he became. Yet, he payed the bills, and thus he reigned. "What a liar father is." "You should've never married that man! My husband can do better, far better than your Joe can!" Such taunts, such negativity, drove her to such sure instability. One day in August, a Saturday at noon, Her husband was out, repairing her beloved china spoon. She sat at the cracked mirror, underneath an incandescent light. She had been here yesterday, cried herself all through the night. And with delicacy she began to pluck her eyelashes out, One. Two. Each bereft of a shout. "I'm beautiful now," She preened as she rose, Yet disregarded the tear that trailed down her nose. © 2013 nihilistictablelampAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 9, 2013 Last Updated on July 9, 2013 Tags: Eyelashes, Broken, Failed, Relationships, Arguments, Fake, Society, Depression, Philosophy, Vintage, Emotion, Dark Author
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