Honey drips from smiling insincerity
salve wounds from yesterday’s spiteful barbs
and all the time she lives in hope that
He will forgive her, her stupidity.
Yet in the darkness of his mind
a silver thread weaves in and out
waiting in amongst the lies
to trip him on his own foul words.
Degradation and misery are his stock in trade
plied as if gifts to the victim of his rage,
until he tangles in his own deceit -
and the innocent replies ( to his surprise)
I used to love you once …
but never more –Leave the key
on your way out.
Then she smiles a secret smile,
forgives herself and drinks
a toast to new found peace.
Vickie Farquhar (c) June 2005.
Posted by Midus at June 24, 2005 12:09 AM