Jessiethedog

It had been 7 minutes and 35 seconds since I’d sat in the café. That makes it approximately 6 minutes until Hilary was due to walk in – enough time for one last check, I suppose. Draping my Chanel coat (Greg’s latest attempt to impress me) over the pine chair, I glance around, just in case she was early, before striding into the women’s bathroom. The slightly dusty mirror barely reveals up to my shoulders. This always happens: the multitudinous business owners of Bath seem to assume that all women are dwarves. I try to disguise my audible sigh from the petite woman next to me before leaning down, reapplying my lip

Cue a bold symphony of hope, Call for the light cast by longing. Tiptoe, like a Degas dancer, As cloaked as a dagger; reduced To love’s bloody understudy.

Innards of party poppers form Tumbleweed spheres. The half- Open bin spills with dramatics; The empty engraved bottles repeat An ever replicating tale. Light radiates through the blossom Cracking in the windows, welcomed By none here. A knife, encrusted, Falls delicately onto disposable plates, Drowning beneath a tangible unknown. A wax structure, limp, lifeless, languishes Next to the unnecessary memory imprinted Onto the antique rug. The faint stench of Preened bodies and product bottles Hangs like an omen. The sadness. The sense of closure Without resolution. But above all, The emptiness: the bleakness Of living in the present, recreati

“You see, that’s what you fail to comprehend”, She grinned, when I pulled her from her tied rope. “Listen, my friend, you may aim to transcend; To frame my pain with your dashes of hope”- I grab for her heart to trap in my hand – “But no matter the hours you expend, The sun cannot sink far under my skin; Death rots in my flesh. I cannot pretend That bitter happiness can now begin To change into a life, no longer bland: It was never your role to seek an amend.” - I leapt as she laughed at her intention, Snubbed my concern, and started to ascend. Her gaze then defied all intervention: Like a mo

Now is the time when they’ll blame a ‘tragedy’ a ‘loss’ on anything but themselves And the voices and the silence and the lies plans, names, hatred swept away by ignorance And they’ll be free able to speak of me with the ironic new found admiration occurring only after death.

I pray this brief jaunt through fallacy Proved entertaining. I hope you savoured the sound Of my silent screams, furtive destructive dreams, The echo of my succumbing to the ground. When all but your emotions remains: Sensation valued over my dignity, Idiosyncrasies ignored, my reward For accepting your ignorance as chivalry. All that was preserved of our moments Is lost. Under analogies of ships sailing, Of birds and cages, new books and new pages, I shamefully admit my resolve is fading. Temporary savior, my guidance, Leave me now and speak no more. The feel of your hand; Infinitesimal touch - mere memories and such Count for more than