Stuck inside
I look out, the windows need cleaning.
Disconnected, I contemplate the work.
She reaches in, her bright fingers search
For something to cling to,
A secret place to hide her light.
Her pink body already sinking,
I wonder why she fights so hard.
Night always comes, he wins
Cat sits quietly beside me, black thin
My companion, confident, secret keeper.
Marbled eyes slit against the fighting sun,
She will not tell him.
She thinks only of hunting and leaving.
I want to love her,
I run my hand along her back,
She licks my scent away.
The light has reluctantly been pulled away,
Our pause is almost over.
Leaning forward, I push the window open
Damp skin reacts, I shiver.
I must dry myself and get ready.
Dress so nobody can tell.
Decision made, cat jumps into the evening,
Whiskers heavy with anticipation.
The mattress remembers black cat was here,
The sun has finally left,
Dusk unable to support her weight relented.
Shadows push at the frames,
Sleeping black forms wake and torment me.
Cold and alone in the dark,
I know the windows need cleaning but,
I can no longer see.
I close the window to stop it,
To keep the blackness out.
Knee under my chin, I dry between
my toes, stand to dress.
The room is dark, numbly I prepare,
To face the evening shift.
Applying the sun back to my face
with blush and red lipstick.
Wow
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I’m not being able to summon adjectives to describe how truly amazing this was
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Thank you so much. A different piece for me, I was a little shy to publish. Your words have made my today, and given me confidence. Thank you
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I love the feeling of the last lines…”to face the evening shift. Applying the sun back to my face. with blush and red lipstick.” WOW….gorgeous!
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Thank you so much A bit different for me.
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