Another Night



She stands like she's waiting

Her body still, perched on a shadow

Hoping to leap off

There is no heaven and hell

Just another night's war

Between Keds and Louboutin

Oh how she would love to run in red soled shoes!

And speak in italics or in bold

But everything in her demands direction, order

It began in grade school with perfectly filled in pastel pictures

Everyone just like the last

Something in her still wants to smudge

And cut nothing but jagged lines

But she doesn't

She won't

Not today, maybe tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow...

When the water feels right....

The End

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