Post by anirbas on May 27, 2013 17:09:55 GMT -6
She stood over him in the night
while he slept, unperturbed.
A lone figure keeping vigil,
a shade darker than the shadows
dancing on the walls about her
thrown in relief against the bedroom wall
from the trees outside whipping about
to the summer whine of a hot Texas wind
Three times she stood, thusly
in the span of two weeks.
She might have been a nurse,
keeping watch over a sickly patient,
save for the butcher knife
she held in her hand as she comtemplated
his demise at her weary, battle scarred hands...
While the meanest man that ever lived
blindly snored and pharted
never knowing how close
he came to the execution
of all his bodily functions
with one upthrust
through his ribs
from a sword
wielded by
a woman
he thought
he'd beaten
into utter
submission...
Instead...
Well, isn't it obvious?
He still draws breath
and she's still ever free.
As she made the choice
and left in the middle
of the night
while
the meanest
man that ever lived
slept, snored and pharted
in a bed burned long ago
by the choices he made
with his feet and his fists
She stood over him in the night
while he slept, unperturbed.
A lone figure keeping vigil,
a shade darker than the shadows
dancing on the walls about her
thrown in relief against the bedroom wall
from the trees outside whipping about
to the summer whine of a hot Texas wind
while he slept, unperturbed.
A lone figure keeping vigil,
a shade darker than the shadows
dancing on the walls about her
thrown in relief against the bedroom wall
from the trees outside whipping about
to the summer whine of a hot Texas wind
Three times she stood, thusly
in the span of two weeks.
She might have been a nurse,
keeping watch over a sickly patient,
save for the butcher knife
she held in her hand as she comtemplated
his demise at her weary, battle scarred hands...
While the meanest man that ever lived
blindly snored and pharted
never knowing how close
he came to the execution
of all his bodily functions
with one upthrust
through his ribs
from a sword
wielded by
a woman
he thought
he'd beaten
into utter
submission...
Instead...
Well, isn't it obvious?
He still draws breath
and she's still ever free.
As she made the choice
and left in the middle
of the night
while
the meanest
man that ever lived
slept, snored and pharted
in a bed burned long ago
by the choices he made
with his feet and his fists
She stood over him in the night
while he slept, unperturbed.
A lone figure keeping vigil,
a shade darker than the shadows
dancing on the walls about her
thrown in relief against the bedroom wall
from the trees outside whipping about
to the summer whine of a hot Texas wind
