Perfection-less by Michelle PG Richardson aka Frieda Babbley
Do you feel as though I have abandoned you?
As if the wind has stopped
blowing, whispering
for you to quietly sneak back
into the cupboard
where you’ve found yourself locked
many a sunny day?
Wisps of hair
found on the floor
where you’ve been
once trampled over
seduced relentlessly
price never affirmed
only hush and calm,
words surrendered
received via post the following day.
Poisonous silence killed you
never saying no
never walking away
clutter of the day’s thoughts swept
under the floorboards.
Light shown through
the azure skies of blue fear
peace and solace
refined dignity
hoping for the breath
that would bring back life
more insipid than
the taste of belonging.
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This is going to be a great project. I can't wait to see the finished product.
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