The Woman
endlessly she has been sitting
alone on her bed's very edge
sharp like a knife it cuts her thighs
she wonders why she cannot feel a thing
and watches the absurd parade of hours
that swiftly pass beyond her grasp
night's turning into dawn too soon
announcing a new unwelcome day
outside the raven calls for her
reminds her that she's not forgotten
not altogether lost or disappeared
when she replies the raven answers
and they go on this way in harmony
performing their familiar back and forth
until it's time to part and say farewell
she's left to stay behind in silence
and overwhelmed by dreadful fear
of being forced to face once more
the angry stranger who she has become
(copyright corinne wesley, november 3, 2013)
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