14 December, 2007

Overkill

it still hurts.
she watches wide-eyed
the scathing sarcasm
the guilt ridden reproaches
the bleeding wounds
the dry eyes
taunt
the selfish worries.
days gape disdainfully
as she shuffles away
cowardly
whimpering away from standing up
pathetic in her pose.
laughter rings loud
it mocks
ridicules
challenges.
she quivers
in anticipation
of what is thrown next
a ridiculous lie?
a lonely thought?
a half-hearted memory?
a wounded word?
she pleads for amnesia
a song plays in answer
derisively
brokenly.
memories part ways
the fork in the road
is twisting in her side.
what if
the game is that
of tit for tat?
she crumbles
in terror
the thought pierces her
its pointless overkill.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:30 pm

    incarnation
    reincarnation
    insurrection
    resurrection
    repeat?

    awww-inspiring? (could...would not help that...if you believe in silver linings?and poisonings?)

    'all the world's a stage...'
    underkill

    when do you go below the belt?next 'trip'?

    yours in all my weight...

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  2. Marvin12:07 am

    I can only shake my head in pity (or was it disapproval?) and then embark on a 'philosophical' lecture. But I believe you have read my book already. So I have nothing more to say. It's your take. It's quite evident you are not handling it the way you should.

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  3. powerful emotions indeed

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  4. ani: and when the weight (wait) is not enough?

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  5. Anonymous1:14 pm

    well...don't they tell you to watch your weight ? :)

    ani

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