the still

"I'm not sure where I am anymore" she gasped gracefully still.

Calm as the moon above, glowing it's magnificence across the way below.

Roars of laughter from the local pub often stirred their bones.

Yet tonight,

Never have I felt more alone.

Enjoy the cheerful chatter of mistakes.

Taste the dark richness of this place.

She'll poke holes in them revealing the fake...

replacing the dream with perversion.

"I wish to drink your hollow thought, that a wife be a wife and never talk."

the cavity will lay with the man...
to be swayed by a stranger's intellect
and neglect his careless hand.

All that was remembered
of being seen and understood...

all drowned
in the ether
sempre warm and still.