Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Hindsight and Dimly Lit Nights

Using her starry eyed, fairy taled fore
sight, Sarah steps into white pumps,
unzips her dream bag, and strides
down the magic carpet of
'I take thee' words, gumdrop sweet
kisses, and him hard inside her
sighing, their names embedded
in the bright lights of endless memories.

Using her swollen eyed, blind sided hind
sight, Sarah finds herself night
after night in their empty house--
a moth beating its heart out
against ticky tack wallpaper
and platefuls of cold dinners,
her once-brilliant wings torn, her vagina
a black hole of unfathomable loneliness
and no arm 'round her waist to hold her
when the lights eventually go out.

Pris Campbell


polona said...

ah, the sad reality...

Pris said...

Thanks, polona.

RachelChisholm2006 said...

sad maybe,but a memory to relive and linger over...

Pris said...

Yes, life is hills and valleys, for sure!

Pat Paulk said...

Got to the rawbone core of a bad deal!! All too true, all too often. Good write Pris!!

Pris said...

Thanks, Pat...have seen more marriages than I'd like end up this way.

Michael Parker said...

Excellent work, Pris!

Pris said...

Thanks, Michael!