*Unstable, used, she picks up the bill
and walks out.
Looks to the heavens
no miracle tonight.
At least she looks good,
no clown eyes.
No, running mascara
Just a woman emerging
She, snorts at her inner monologue
'Emerging' ha, in more ways than one.
The palatial house, gone,
the unfaithful spouse, gone,
the demon on her back, gone.
Her mother named her well
Sable 'heraldic word for black'
The darkest colour
Jet black, ebony.
Bonnily she steps out, ironically
clad in a Sable
she drops the coat to the floor
wearing nothing at all.
No need to conceal anything
she does as the flashing lights tell her
(Blue lights)
gets down on the floor*
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
*Unstable, used, she picks up the bill
and walks out.
Looks to the heavens
no miracle tonight.
At least she looks good,
no clown eyes.
No, running mascara
Just a woman emerging
She, snorts at her inner monologue
'Emerging' ha, in more ways than one.
The palatial house, gone,
the unfaithful spouse, gone,
the demon on her back, gone.
Her mother named her well
Sable 'heraldic word for black'
The darkest colour
Jet black, ebony.
Bonnily she steps out, ironically
clad in a Sable
she drops the coat to the floor
wearing nothing at all.
No need to conceal anything
she does as the flashing lights tell her
(Blue lights)
gets down on the floor*
© JLB
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