Dinner is done but there are still the dishes. Piled high in the empty sink they mock the fact that the meal was delicious but they lay there waiting to be washed. Grace is defiant toward the quietness that surrounds her as she clears the kitchen and all her convictions are squashed.

Dissatisfaction is her only distraction. There is no equal ground and the hours outside of his pleasure are hers to squander. The simple notion of a handmaiden that waxes bare and parades in barely there attention is a question that is rarely asked and is next to never pondered and makes a person wonder.

The clock counts down the hours, creeping toward another day but still Grace is defiant toward the odds that she will recover an ounce of self loathing that she has bathed in and she waits, with bated breath until the time she can redeem herself in the eyes of the monster that has molded her actions and created her as a scourge of the Gods

Grace?
Are you coming to bed?
I’ve had a shave.
I’m well feed
I wanting you
here
by my side.
Why do you continue to hide?

She slips into the bathroom to examine her face, her body, her soul, in the mirror she can not hide from the mounting desire, the heady mixture of dominance that has beaten her down but picked her up from the ground to show her there is something higher than laying down

She showers and scrubs her skin with 3 different scents, each to disguise all the previous rules that she has bent and to mask her own unique allure where she stops being Grace and becomes something more pure. Last comes the outfit that makes her more than just Grace.

It’s Lace
His heart will race
She will become more than his disgrace

sat alone, beside a lake
neither would ever mistake
each other, for their love
two sisters, bound by blood

They sat upon common ground
neither tried to make a sound
Two sisters by a lake
what a montumental mistake

Two sisters sat upon higher ground
Each knew, the other should drown
but they held hands, so tightly
Never taking their vows lightly

Two sisters turned their heads, as one
to glare indignantly at the Sun
because they were unhappy
that the darkest Night
crept away and left the fight

Two sisters sit upon the edge
of water, rushing beneath a ledge
and kissed each others frights and hurts
because just the thought of sitting alone
*Hurts

It’s bad enough I’m just known as
that squiggly piece of the alphabet
but what’s worse are the jokes of
Why the long face Kevin?
Those are the times when I wish
I could give as good as I get
it's not as bad as facing the guys
with bloated stomach and ***
and have the amoebas ribbing me
incessantly
****** single celled creatures
They have an idea, but they can’t guess
Poseidon take you Janet!
for leaving me in such a mess!
You take all of me without leaving
just a single ounce of pleasure
and I’m left birthing
your demon spawn
You were just a mistress Seahorse
in disguise weren’t you?
I’m no longer an oddity
now I’m something less
*Seahorse blues
a male in distress

Some sit quietly
Some cry softly
Some unintelligently
scream their Whys?
Some lie
Some smile slightly
Some nod politely
Some even throw themselves
into the dark hole,
clutching the Rose
that wouldn't fall
from their fist
Some blow a kiss
give a wink
a smirk
Some just throw dirt

all but the question I asked

how does one say goodbye?

I left a letter on my bedside table
Sealed with just your name
a second draft in my journal
is basically the same
A hidden message in the stars
is waiting on a sigh
When I go, you'll know
but I've already said Goodbye