Monday, August 18, 2014

SINGEING BLACK










Growing gray
in the grand asylum,
she knows there
are rites being ritualized,
outside where she committed
the final transgression.

That time when she thought
burning a candle
would lead to her soul
simply being reborn;
neglecting the cautions
about lighting both ends...

Singeing herself dark
as someone from Africa
Now she cackles all the time,
"Me myself from the demimonde
used to be orange-skinned."
Before lapsing into silence
quiet as dying.

3 comments:

  1. Dark write, Sharon. I don't want to go in silence, it is a fear I have. Well done.

    Pamela

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    1. Thanks Pamela...it fell out just like this but it is a fear I have also...

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