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January 31, 2005
Monday In Blue
Monday early,
I open the curtains
Put my lips against the glass
Begging for the warmth, as
The sun tears through the clouds
Monday morning
I leave my room,
Run out for coffee,
To spike my blood,
So I can go, so I don't stop
Monday afternoon
I excuse my life
Between the ambitions
Of my words, and paper
Looking for some happiness
I try to forget
My long hair, my breasts,
And the loneliness between my legs
Bloomed like a wound
Monday evening, driving home
Hoping to miss a sign
Take a wrong exit
I hold the steering wheel
And enter the sunset
Monday night, I am starnded
In the house, walking
Amongst shadowes that whisper,
Some stay, some leave,
I set the table, salt and pepper,
Forkes and knives, plates for two,
Then I take my clothes off,
And lie naked on the table
Posted by Idinraha at January 31, 2005 04:50 PM
Comments
HEY EVERYONE... DINNER'S READY!
All kidding aside, this is quite nice...
You give so much of yourself... sob sob... now we must eat you!
Posted by: cycho ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.idinraha.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at February 1, 2005 11:16 AM
a way of coping. a heartbreaking portrait of this, coping as best anyone knows how. an immense feeling of loneliness, the last stanza very intriguing in that she lays naked on the serving table, as if offering herself to something, perhaps giving into the loneliness that consumes.
Posted by: metalnymph at February 1, 2005 02:31 PM