In no such state was I
to feign
a sense of purpose or
to display false confidence.
I had not bathed in months
and my mind was scrambled
from miles of skipping and
dancing on command for an
audience I had invented.
The mere concept of cleanliness
was detestable
and we opted instead to trudge through
the complexities that we created for each other
I stole your shoes.
You locked the door behind you.
I drank the last drop of wine
and stumbled around a destitute waste
that I came to discover was
my own sickly subconscious.
To slide gently into a world void of drought
and submerge herself in simplicity–
Innocence–
She never was a child
And never will be again.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Nabret
I am a lover of the written arts, and think that expression through word is important. I am a teacher, a poet, a lover, an ally, a musician, and story teller, and I will search for and try to write stories that inspire.
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