Conspiracy

this is the most recent, i swear im not really that crazy.

Cheeks flushed

Pinched with her own resolve

As pink and alike as her weakness, she wore them without choice

 

Her anxious fingertips held the seam at its edge

Ready to tear away at her obscuring guise

She was not ready,

Her wrists too weak to keep her hands steady to complete the pull

 

She fell by her own hand

Her own force and the veracity of gravity,

The unmasked conspirators too proud to leave the scene of the crime
Happily raising their glasses, in a toast to her defeatist disposition

 

 

Cheers.

Reviews

[Kim]

So sad to give in to defeat without really trying. Sometimes the mind is there but the will is not.
she was not ready

she fell by her own hand
her own force and the veracity of gravity
the unmasked conspirators to proud to leave the scene of the crime
happily raising their glasses, in a toast to her defeatest disposition
cheers

such powerful words you write about giving in, giving up, well done