for Z

for a friend.

I pierced my fingers with that most

delicate piece of glass jutting out of her skin

about two inches long shard

cambering out of her at a horrifying angle

and even though my mind was racing

to remember medicine's ABC

Airway

Breathing

Circulation

my eyes got glued to her lips.

She had the loveliest smile I had ever seen

beautiful enough to fill your heart with a strange creaking sorrow

I had so wanted to break it into pieces

distributing a bit among everything that was ugly

Dont know why perhaps I have  tendency to be jealous

of things overtly pretty or hideous

There it was now lying  on her lips,light as butterfly wings

a climacteric beauty suddenly turned rigid,static and monotonous.

The eyes they had always been average

and  she wore the most outrageous shades on them

but since we are prone to give dying concessions

Don't worry my friend,i'll find them metaphors

rather strange ones

so those twin dark tunnels exuded a smoky mystery

and everyone wants to f**k a mysterious girl

(haven't our mothers been telling us that)

The air was dense with a chemical I knew nothing about

honestly speaking a bit happy 'cause i wasn't sitting on that seat

near the window

from where you can see the garden, the Corollas,the sunshine

and the boys playing football,their pants clinging to their wet bulges

(I know  she would have said it was worth it)

And even though i hate to be truthful at times like these

but dear friend,like Larkin and Mr.Bleaney

like all things that had meaning

like your 20 years old inflinchable faith on Allah and Shahid Afridi

(even when both were losing)

like all the rhymes you knew

 we will willingly forget you.

Reviews

[Robin]

your heart, your story , your words ... peace to you Sahar

[Emily B]

you've been through a lot, Ed went n a kind of sabbatical, he checks in once in a while, sending you my love

[Liza]

ugly truth ~ the lovely muse will fade just like everything else ~ the new feeling gone; the contrast of beauty ignites wrong in others...though the author says we are going to forget you; Z will be here - in this write.