Untitledby Judeth Tonight I am dying as every night before I've stood alone at this window half hysterical from pain and fright I believe I could never forgive. never forgive. The street is glowing dully. Artificial haloes, like rotten stars, stare up into these hollow eyes of mine. The hanging blinds, like prison bars, cast shadows over these wary cat's eyes of mine and sorrow, that darling faerie, is barefoot in the rain. I love the way it clings to our faces, crying: these are the tears you never wept you never admitted you weren't untouchable, after all. "We're too perfect for the daytime, sister" "we're too broken, fragile.. strong and that's our weakness, dearest sister. We're too imperfect to ever belong." I explain, rushing out into the darkness, head flung up towards the sky. I fall to my knees and find only a reflection, dressed in white, barefoot in the rain and once more I wonder why.. the tears will never dry on our pale faces there's a ghost at the window again.. © 1997 Judeth All Rights Reserved |