Alter ego

by Alexis   Jul 21, 2012


An atheist heart pulsates
beneath her undone skirt hemline.
She used to be awake
under his weight, her breast asking
rainy questions, diving into his darkness.
Soft days.

But it was before
she decided to consent to a new discipline,
cruising nights, cruising bars, drinking
herself.
"What a sad story!" some would say.
But there is not story at all.
She is drama free.

One for the road, please.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    How many people have gone down this road? A great write, and very well penned.

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    I thought I would go back in time...

    You have what seems as a natural way to put the complicated into a poetical package that makes the reader go 'hmmm?' and then, 'ahhhh!' *smiles*

    I learned from this: A pain drenched woman who has lost her faith, certainly in men and in religion. What do lots of people do when the pain gets too much? Turn to a nullifier, a way to turn down the pain if only for a short while.

    The imagery is great. A recollection of days when there was still the man. 'undone skirt hem line and 'under his weight' breath a sexual relationship, but also maybe a controlling one?

    The new disciple metaphor many can relate to. Running away from someone, something is easier if you have something someone to hold you up. In the absence of family, friends, a bottle will do. At least it doesn't ask questions or prejudge. Alcohol or Prozac? I'd choose life.

    Another corker.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 11 years ago

    by Alexis

    Thank you for rating me whoever you are.