Jun 01 2009
∞
thoughts?
“just take another drink,” she says to no one
a bottle, tipped to one side,
red, filled with amber, is
strewn haphazardly on the
coffee table.
it helps her shut out the darkness.
smells of the past
—-walks, talks, and sweat—-
waft in the air (of her mind).
her fingers graze pictures of a past life
and time.
pauses
blurring tears now cloud those
picture
perfect
memories.
she turns to watch them (with him in the lead)
walk away.
gabriella feels, as part of her body
separates itself from inside her world.
Her second soul is gone.
She is empty.
