that night she was
left standing
darkness swallowed
her hands and hair
in the black hole of
a parking lot
the misplaced demons
tempted
by fire and alcohol
in her veins
she hunted contentment
alone
shrouded in oblique
metaphors
discarded words
tangled at the shoreline
un-tethered and
left for bait, but
still able to recall
the sunlight
she denied acting a martyr
with surrender on
her breath
carrying the
beasts and their burdens
coveting luck and defiant
worship
she longed for painless resurrection
© 5.18.2016 heather brager
No where to go, but up, from here. It will be a long journey, but one worth taking, where the highs will far outweigh the lows.
ReplyDeleteI'm on my way up, Michael. Thank you.
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