#94: Cynosure: Original Poetry: Gen

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Title: Cynosure Absent
Fandom: Original
Length: 215
Rating: Gen
Prompt: cynosure
Also for this prompt:
Summary: Part 2 (of 5) After the break-up.


‘I’m stronger than this,’ she thinks as she grips
the plastic shower curtain with two hands.
with two dripping wet hands she grips and rips
the curtain from its rod. naked, she stands
as rings clatter and scatter and grief tips
into something closer to insanity. strands
of wet hair cling like seaweed and time chips
away. her cynosure is gone. ‘now’ slips
away replaced by ‘then-but-not-now.’ bands
of well-meant advice clog drains. his lips
were the only lips she’ll ever kiss. sands
through the hourglass. no sallys and no quips
or arrows pierce her. her sorrow expands
to wrench the bar from its moorings. tall ships
wreck, wise men go astray, nothing survives
the loss of a polestar, she won’t, she knows,
she’ll founder, she’ll wash up many lives
from now, far-off, hers a story which grows
so dull with age. he left. Jesus wept. knives
in her chest tear tender organs. blood flows.
at least, soul-preservation connives
to get rid of that, that thing, to dispose
of the see-through blind, her good Self contrives
to bring it down, hanging, that thing he chose
because she looked so sexy, she deprives
self-pity of its plaything, strikes a pose,
and waits to rot, yet softly fate arrives
through the letter slot. on, her story goes.

Comments

[mxcatmoon]

So evocative. I can feel her pain.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Thank you!! Your icon is very appropriate. :)

[mxcatmoon]

I always try to use appropriate icons when I can.