UndertowAll I saw was an endless ocean, frothy with wind and storm. I Felt I was drowning, constantly being dragged under and brought back up, choking, gasping for air. I was both light-headed and adamant that I should not be suffocated. Between undertows, I saw a blue sky above, it was bitterly cold, but the sun shown down and the joyous white clouds puffed along. The tempest was invisible, but more powerful than anything else I had ever encountered. Palpable over the roar of the waves and winds, the freezing water, was the sensation of aggravation, anger, frustration--the storm itself was fed up with having to be. For a moment I realized that I was at fault, and allowed myself to fall beneath the waves. The whole scene went black and I thought I had died, but then I opened my eyes, discovered my whereabouts and heard a relieved voice say, "Finally."
Return On InvestmentAt some point during the prolonged interaction Seth removed her earrings.
He had been worried that the delicate pearls would be lost,
But the simple act had doomed them to just that.
When all was said and done Anna could not find the heirloom bangles
And found herself slightly irritated with the man for his gallantry.
His intentions were grand, but the results were dreadful.
Psycho BabbleWhy don't we talk about beautiful things anymore?
Why must everything we say be the solution to a problem?
Words uttered are always darker than the faces we make.
Tell me, he says, and I find that I'm choking on things I can't say
But with one withering look, it becomes rush of thoughtless thoughts.
My stream of consciousness brims at my eyes
And I think I'm giving away the end to a Harlequin Romance.
How do you tell a grower that he plants a damned crop?
I'll keep clouding the skies
and my tears will keep falling onto deaf ears.
He and the HarlotFrom across the table he peered with steepled fingers at her
Bouncy, blonde, pink and white and used all over.
She asked why he hadn't mentioned the other girl earlier.
"Honesty," he muttered "Is the best policy in all matters
(Here he gazed at her sharply with his grey eyes, pursing his lips
Pausing for effect.)
"You are pick up, drop off dry cleaning but you forget to press my shirts--
Though you pay tedious amounts of attention to my pants."
Once again she thinks aloud: I even liked you.
I wouldn't have died for you. I wouldn't have married you.
But just when I was about to give up, you gave me back a smile.
Just when I had decided not to put out, I gave in
And now that you give a care for me, give me a real name, a purpose
You're giving me my freedom.
She took her bag from the table, took her shame from the coat rack
And left him for another man.