Pressed against the glass
too soon to be forgotten
once held in your warm hand
of death I am begotten
Dried forever on a shelf
catching dust in a vase
where there was a smile
vacant stare is set in place
Forced to be your doll
arms bend and legs extend
feeling there is not
love you would only upend
never on Wednesday
you fool can’t you see
the playing is over
our love it can’t be
never on Wednesday
as I slam out the door
my heart is left breaking
shattered no more
never on Wednesday
our love through the night
it never was nothing
and never alright
never on Wednesday
I look with pooled eyes
you tell me you love me
wrapped in your truth-telling lies
Release me from this eternal pain
a woman once
shunned by a man
he incarcerated me in this watery existence
Free me from this cold existence
I breathed the air once
walked the fertile green earth
place me in the ground
Unshackle me
leave my hands
to lie peacefully
by my side
Thanks to Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the watery picture prompt.
