Bound no More

Just stream of consciousness writing. Grad school is taking up too much time these days to get too serious here but Nanowrimo is coming up and I've got to get these fingers warmed up!

Bound no More

By Erin Lee

It cuts at the edges of a grin

So big that sunshine comes from her tonsils

When she’s allowed to sing.

Please? Once more?

Stockholm born on the lips of a man

Who’d tell her how beautiful she was

Each and every day.

Filing her bank statements, tracked online

Drive byes she’d have invited him to anyway

And duct paper printed with leopard spots.

 

She eats sherbet from the tub

Rainbows dripping round the edges

And a spoon the temperature

Of snowmen built in her backyard "

The strong stand alone.

 

How do you say no when someone is in pain?

When you’ve felt that same pain yourself?

 

She sucks on Popsicles and shrugs;

Glad it isn’t her -

Bound no more

But still sticky and never, ever uncaring...

How could she?

 

As a child she always chose the red

Pretending it was lipstick

And smiling big at mother

Who’d never allow such things

As little girls playing dress up;

Victoria’s dirty secret.

 

There’s an ache in her so deep

Nothing can fill it.

She calls to once-known enemies

And begs them for retreat.

Is it possible that they never were?

Carrying white flags cross the battlefield

Where they gave it their best shot

(and best shots are rarely good enough)?

 

It cuts at the edges of her smile

So big it puts the moon to shame

Where stardust kisses crickets

And they sing in joyful chorus.

 

Warm nights aren’t meant for October

But she’ll take them 'cause

she's bound no more.

Author's Note

Not exactly a work of art but a fun expression of where my thoughts are tonight. ;-) I've missed you guys and hope to be back soon as I march into nanowrimo. Other writers interested in joining me can email and I will give out details. Onward to national novel writing month! Catch you there, guys! ;-)