Worth A Thousand Words

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Beneath low lying hues of pink rage

A sunset's anger can't be contained

We engage with skies wicked eyes

Stormy grey, a tormenting parfait

Colors layered one on top of the other

Ending in blue, same as it had debuted

Day pressed to hold night from falling 

We're watching from the lot's 

perfect parking spot

Still views of where water begins

Out to sea, only to return again

Recline seats to gaze through a glass ceiling 

Today's coming to a wild conclusion 

It's turbulent this evening's beginning

Lightning cracks only to catch me off guard

Grab for his hand and squeeze hard

Briefly stopped my heart 

Then the roar of thunder's heard 

So aggressive it shakes the earth

No rain yet, but we wait with bated breath

wanting the soak, to feel the wet 

and he says,

"I'm sorry, I wanted tonight to be perfect"

It was to be our first time together 

Planned so carefully for it to be special 

Take the jeep on the beach to watch sun setting Then love making

The black of night adorned only with the star's and moon's bright light 

Pressed my finger to his mouth and said,

"Shhh, a girl couldn't ask for anything better than this"

I lean across to his side to steal a kiss

the sky replies, begins to cry

My eyes dance with deviance

Before he knew it, I was opening the door

Rushing to feel my feet in the shore

He follows quickly behind saying,

"What are you doing, this is crazy baby!"

Mist off the ocean lost in the rains torrential downpour

I couldn't do it, Wait anymore

Continue to fear everything 

Just needed to do something

Anything opposite of my tendency to play it safe

I wanted to know the white of the waves in the warm rain

He asks again, 

"What are you doing?"

Has his hand on my cheek the other on my neck fingers in my hair

I kiss him there, under the lightning and thunder trying to out do the other

and it was PERFECT, our first time together

She was of fragile state, the stage called contemplate

Not quite ready to die but a near miss

could slow life down a bit

So she downs it, the Xanax and waits for it

Wanting it, the sleep that's deep

Unconscious to block out the monsters shadows

The darkness we tend to keep

The tension release is what she seeks

Believes in peace beyond the swallow and digest

She just wanted her mind to rest

like all the rest

The others who do not suffer

rotation of a worrier's mind

One at war with thoughts

fought battles lost

Exhausted hope, will to cope 

She's end of rope

Takes a shallow breath, tastes the earth

Dirt's packed upon her shoulders and chest

Weighing heavily on the extremities

Extreme pain as the intestines slither

Finding the only way out

Wasn't her mouth

Bowels cold and wet under

Still squirming, toes curling, she's hurling

Her heart comes up, lands in her hands

She watches as it retracts and expands

Plants it in the soil then stands

Light on feet she levitates

Bouncing off sides of this gaping hole

Soul ascending from hell's grasp

freed at last

Head's crowning the opening

Born to this confused room

To be indoors or out, all relative

to Einstein's eyes window watching

Is she his altered state, What only his mind could create

Reincarnated through a genius' mind

Wild child, an on looker in trees behind

offers Newton's apple, Another fragile born again?

Is she the same

Tries speaking but it's a strain

Her jaw tight, lips pursed

Eyes watering she utters, 

"CURSED"

Seems rehearsed, sets the stage

A play, a scene in a land of fake believe 

Two people parading, costumed over ugly

Attempt to camouflage the atrophy of empathy 

Audience oblivious the acting's exemplary 

Strangers engaging, expertly creating

Accessories to a story in the making

Floor rumbles, there's shaking

Something in the hole's forming

Filling it in

The She's are kneeling, closely observing

It's completely closing

The buried heart is growing

There's activity in the audience

Lot's of talking, seems they're ordering 

Directing, lights are bright over a bed 

Where around many of them stand

She is lying there unresponsive

The doctor turns to the clock on the wall

and makes the call -

"Ok guys, despite our best efforts, I got 11:08 am. Let's record that as the time of death.”

Sky glowed with lilac intentions

The water blushed, showing signs of submission

Their vivid collision in the horizon

quietly angry, yet breath taking

A display of persuasive conversation

Was this the danger's of nature's flirtation?

Had we seen the last of a tamer road to twilight?

Blue to grey backdrops beginnings too peaceful nights

Shy sun sneaking out of site

Purple's passion perhaps just passing

through days eyes 

One time chance to come alive, 

just before saying goodbye.

The water was on fire as I crossed

I had drawn the short straw

Blistered feet and clenched jaw

But determined not to fall

Not to falter through skin shredding

Bones and cartridge melting

I was in life's crock pot with lid locked

Slow cooker, hear the timers ticker?

Sauce is thickening 

I'm becoming tender in the center

Beginning to find pleasure in the pain

As brain's boiling point maintains

Frames of my existence projected on eyelids insides

Like picture slides

Then each one out of sight

Out of mind, I'm out of my mind 

Looking in, but lights are off

Difficult to examine in the pitch dark

I begin to gag, I'm under attack

My own tongue is fighting back

No freedom of speech

But there's no longer a need

I'm faced with defeat as they ladle me Into bowls and proceed to eat