She...

[anirbas]

She stands on the rind thin cusp
of not a single tomorrow left
and everything past and gone,
still dreaming of something more...

Holding a glistening, tangled skein
of angel hair--as beautiful to behold
as it is painful to grasp in a clasp...

Airy platinum filaments of razor wire
sawing into the softness of her left palm-
crisscrossed with slashes of x's
from which thin blood and ichorous pain
drip, drip, drips and run, run, runs...

I watch her hopeful fight to hold her balance
upon this precipice of all and nothingness-
while she furiously with patience works
to untangle the snarl of knotted
and rotted silver threads in her lacerated
palm with the bloody fingers of the other...
Turning both to ground lamb in the process...

I want her to understand, what I now know...
How futile her wasted efforts of disengagement are...
What will be will be, no matter what you do...
Empathetically, I want to help her...

I wish to walk to her, embrace her warmly,
and then lovingly shove her over the edge
into the abyss, where she belongs
with her monstrous, unresovled
angelhaired issues...
At peace, in the darkness...
Out of the pain she can feel but not see...
Out of the pain she can see but not feel...

For she is me...And me...I need to be free...

~Sabrina

[liquidpromise]

Man, do I ever get this piece, now it is you who sends just enough familiar chills to knock me against a wall or two, lol.

Excellent writing in my opinion.
Brilliant!

Lauren

[Sam]

Knock! Knock!

You are so it!!

Sammy

[anirbas]

Jeepers! A girl couldn't ask for more...Knocked a poet laurete to the wall, and got tagged by another, in the aftermath...ggglgggl...Thanks, ladies. Sabrina

[anirbas]

Argh! Doncha just hate it when you type the coolest thing you've read that you've written in ages and suddenly, when you go to copy it, you accidently hit paste instead and whip it's possible existence from the map of anyone's mind, save as a memory of a cool poem you once wrote in your own mind...Drat and double drat...Arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Ever wonder where accidently deleted in this manner or otherwise, poeming goes?
LOL...jk...About the last thought, anyway...I know where it goes, I'm not totally daft,
just stressed to the point of absentmindedness...Where was I? Ah, yes...I know where it goes...The gone, just gone and never to be seen again, bin...Sadly, or not, that techno gaff on my part just made me sick at my stomach and killed my writing mood...Waa-waa-waa!
Nightie night, nightowls! Good morning, early birds! I'm history...For the moment...
Think losing that particular poem, made me sick and gave me heartburn...Ah, the angst
of a self professed if not so called, poet...ggglgggl...Take care, all...Sabrina.