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She observed herself Standing fast in clouds of steam This felt so unreal. Remote perspective Would make survivable the Dreaded encounter. The necessities: Tickets, porter, clock, Time creeping along. Maintained a distance And staunch objectivity ‘Til the last moment. Final words spoken, All defenses splintering She paused, one last look. One last chance to stay, Vanquished, punished, forbidden The wide world’s pageant. . Point of inflexion. The tug of the familiar The pull of the known Would invert the arc, Intended trajectory, Retrogressively. And then, there it was: Unctuous, demeaning smile, Withering and cruel. Pierced by well-honed fleer, She reflexively shuddered Like fly-stung horseflesh. Ears roaring; face flushed She felt foolish, faint-hearted, humiliated. One breath, and one more, Forcing herself to stare down Scorn and ridicule. Then chin uplifted And breath becalmed, she nodded And scant smiled Adieu. Thus the poetess Righted her millinery, Spun on her bootheel, Snapped her parasol, gave her bustle a barely Perceptible shake, And with solemn mien, But mirthful eyes, she set forth For better morrow.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
Leave-Taking
She observed herself Standing fast in clouds of steam This felt so unreal. Remote perspective Would make survivable the Dreaded encounter. The necessities: Tickets, porter, clock, Time creeping along. Maintained a distance And staunch objectivity ‘Til the last moment. Final words spoken, All defenses splintering She paused, one last look. One last chance to stay, Vanquished, punished, forbidden The wide world’s pageant. . Point of inflexion. The tug of the familiar The pull of the known Would invert the arc, Intended trajectory, Retrogressively. And then, there it was: Unctuous, demeaning smile, Withering and cruel. Pierced by well-honed fleer, She reflexively shuddered Like fly-stung horseflesh. Ears roaring; face flushed She felt foolish, faint-hearted, humiliated. One breath, and one more, Forcing herself to stare down Scorn and ridicule. Then chin uplifted And breath becalmed, she nodded And scant smiled Adieu. Thus the poetess Righted her millinery, Spun on her bootheel, Snapped her parasol, gave her bustle a barely Perceptible shake, And with solemn mien, But mirthful eyes, she set forth For better morrow.
#farewell#departure#toxic#relationship
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j-r-cramer
F/Napa, California
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
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