South

you're my smudge of lipstick on the mirror,

and I didn't mean for you to be there. Just a simple red,

divine at it's best. lingering for so long, crusted waxy

simple. yet there. 

And it hit me to the heart, a nothingness, a watermark on 

a perfect picture, remaining - ever so harsh. Ivy stemming 

it's thick green roots up and around the criss cross on the wall,

white slurred paint. droplets stay around each day, pretty - not right. 

only poisonous dreadlocks spun to taste the sickening pain, he feels,

she does too. Much unaware, the time he disappears she feels is for her sake.

Not for her sake, but by her return. And again, please don't leave. 

Author's Note

I can't put what I mean into words - for all I know I falsify the situation, but at times it seems only too real.. or as if I know it's true, and I don't want to hurt him. I'm just no good at this, and nor is he by the looks of things. But this time, around this season, it must be hard for him - not that he knows I know, or is even thinking about any of that. Most people would ask, why do you care so much. To that, I'd have no answer, but that, I do.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This piece is filled with emotion - uncertainty and pain in equal measure. Your images are very abstract but serve to create the overall emotive pattern.