FinaleA Poem by Samantha M. Tusspottake a bow, Sylvia.
this time it’s for real.
at least that’s what you tell yourself fair lady, faint heart beat steady and sound thump, thump, thump the echoing, cruel catcall of the body hitting the floor. this is not the first time. what was it, anyway that could have compelled you to stay and try and fit the pieces together when they’re only shards of glass? bloody finger, bloody toe it is all too unreal and dull, if not an amusing satisfaction. what could hold more truth than a wandering eye, a wandering husband squashed belly of a squirming toad and a toddler’s shriek that fades to a migraine. every day, always it is all the same. some fateful morning in the bleak midwinter your heart, if it could, grew weaker and weaker and the tile beneath your knees was cold. colder than ice, the audience’s glare tonight is your last performance take a bow, blow a kiss and someday they will understand. © 2011 Samantha M. Tusspot |
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Added on February 26, 2011 Last Updated on February 26, 2011 AuthorSamantha M. TusspotThe Seventh Layer of Hell, MEAboutI'm probably the strangest, most uninteresting person you'll ever meet. But I want to save your life. more..Writing
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