Part 3
Round and round.
spinning, round and round
She !!
Lost in the rhythm of the ceiling fan
with round, after round
her eyes were fixed
abstract
wandering
going round and round.
Her body was a blackboard
signed by all shades of chalk
Bound!
…she didn’t like to talk.
always nodding assent to their desires.
In their melodies of lies
she drowned.
Underneath their cloaks and ties
they were all the same
Hounds!!
They loved her..
her body and the character she played.
But they knew her not
For she hated the mirror
a little more every day.
Hated the shame surfacing whenever her mascara came off
Guilt had eloped with time
But there was a feeling no cheque could clear.
Something was amiss.
Something made her tick.
She heard of Jesus
But HE’s ‘all white and shiny, no stains’
She needed something quick.
Love that loved her
Pure love.
Ecstasy
Alcohol
Music
A different man
Something!!
This drove her insane
Round and round she searched
Until she concluded
On the knife.
(To be continued…)
~ sheyla ~