In front of me she stands, guarding me.
She is enjoying her thoughts of you
In your favorite Kingly chair.
She awaits her joy-to bring you pain
slowly rocking in your blue worn
chair.
With only one cigarette left, she can exhale
Blowing out the smoke that has clouded
her mind. I whisper
to her now, Please!
while you sleep, with shut eyes
But she insists on you seeing the whites of her eyes through
the blacks and blues
Of my browns. I cry cornered, and crouched down on the
floor
Behind your big chair. That is where you left me
before your nightly sleep
took you and hid-sending away my
screams.
She seems less afraid, and much stronger than I am.
The thought of your eyes opening and seeing me there
Proudly
In your blue seat
I start to feel warmth in my panties with a stream that
becomes a puddle
beneath my feet.
She won't leave the space that she'll soon conquer with her peace
With one single pull from the coldness that you hold
right between the eyes just once, and then
twice,
shattering evil thoughts in his mind
And the third pull in the place you called
me
Your heart. She says,
then I will be free
to laugh, live,
And dance Again.
In a place where there once was
An ugly blue chair.
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