Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Slap.Punch.Smash. Now Be Still.
It hit the cold marble floor. Porcelain shattered , strewn all over. Black coffee forming a dirty pool
“wh-wh-why why”
“Stupid b*stard. Clean it up! Now!” , she yells as she flings whatever she gets her hands. It flies in every direction of the quiet room.
“oh oh okay.. I –I’ll do it now...” as he motions to run for something to clean up the puddle of fury now staining the once pale floor. She enters, the door to the bathroom slams shut. Moments later she comes out in her towel. He looks at her like a lost child without a mother. His body limp, energy drained, resting at the edge of the bed. She walks to him, “Get the f*ck out” she yells. Surprised he gets up, walking uncertainly towards the bath. As he passes her she slaps the back of his head in a sudden fit. He stops, confused, in pain, pauses and walks towards the bathroom.
“Come here” she yells. He turns towards her, eyes watery, forehead crinkled, lips quivering.
They hug. He cries. Tears roll down her face.
That one person whom you love so deeply
Watch tears role down his face
As he stares at you in sorrow
Eyes pleading " why are you doing this"
Choke now with remorse and pain
How does once love so childlike turn destructive
Breaking the body, the mind, the fragile heart
How does one continue on down the crumbling path?
It’s like the stream of sunlight
On a cold rainy afternoon
Many snuggling under covers
You lie in bed, warmth of comfort lost.
It’s like soft footsteps on a deserted beach
The sun not in sight but the day bright.
It’s like a stroll along the grey pavements
The icy winter air nipping at your lips
You walk home after a long day at work.
No one is home.
“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn”
“Just gonna stand there and here me cry”
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