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an empathy face
comes into focus out of the grey rain
with her own set of capitulations to the greater good
with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin
an empathy face alabaster finely carved
with tears in stark contrast to the brightness in her eye
comes into slow resolution out of the grey grainy surface of the rain
with its harsh aspects felt like nails slowly driven
her thin red lips and blue shadow
her divine voice as she talks to some side person
her eyes never leaving yours
she is drinking you
with a deserts worth of thirsts

graceful she flows across the tiled floor
like she was born to such places
like she was born to glide where all others had crawled
but when she reaches you puts her hand to your arm
her fingers trembling her breaths short and swift her face flush
she pauses and lifts her head and plunges her soul into your eyes
with breathtaking abandon like an ******
her black sweater with a golden bird stitched into
her bracelet silver and bejewelled
her perfections catalogue in your mind in that momentary glimpse of heavens unattained
that she breaths in deep
drawing breath and strength
before she opens her song
before she cries out in such sweet tongue
at the bitter night

an empathy face
with her own set of capitulations to the greater good
with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin
and i cry with and for her
as she cries with and for me
an empathy face
in the grey rain
 Feb 2014 Eliza Sterling
Sia Jane
Lady Greene, maleficent in intent,
irrupted, casting pale blue shadows across
the stone walling which begged of freedom
willowy now in stance, plaid cloak
hanging loosely from her frame,
resembling a marsupial, with a gaping pouch
keeping her harness inside,
a typical crank, eccentric and
unduly zealous,
she would divulge those none benevolent feelings
frankly, without restraint
her sharpened tongue,
cut like a smashed glass plate
instinct told her now was the time
and as she rushed through the gate
of the enclosed garden,
the grassed open fields,
parted with fear, at Greene's
baleful stare
Able Master raced toward her
fitting the gear to his head
she mounted the saddle
darkness falling
at the first sign of movement.

© Sia Jane
Okay, so I was away over this past few days, and whilst in solitude, I asked a friend to state twenty words, so I could challenge a poem on my return. Those words were; marsupial, maleficent, willowy, plaid, sharpened, rushes, irrupted, plate, instinct, Lady, gear, crank, divulge, freedom, loosely, frankly, benevolent, stone, pale blue, and shadows. And this is what I came up with!!!!
You're falling into an abyss
Of pain, rejection and guilt
Let me enter your head
Before it becomes numb
And full of hate
It's not to late
I promise I'll help you re-create
The outer shell of your soul
And I'll make you whole

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