limbo

caught
with one foot out the door
though you seemed to hold on
to both my hands

the painting on the floor
leaning on the mirror
was missing half of the spectra
of colors smeared on the palette

and though once you said you wanted not
a cake of any sort
pieces were left on the plate
bite marks all over
(don’t tell me it wasn’t you)

and so after a while
I took the forsaken tapestry
off the wall
for it reminded me of
beautiful pregnant rainclouds
that would never share
a drop

~~~

written for napowrimo day fifteen, “in the middle”

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

Advertisements

say something

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s