untitled (good intentions)

her, dressed in good intentions,
nails brightly matching
push a plate across a table dusty with neglect
“eat”
her, the confronted, as empty as a shell,
slides off a chair,
breaks into pieces,
a quiet end of days.

5 Comments

  1. manicddaily says:

    Oh dear. Strong poem, palpable feelings, wonderfully distilled. k.

  2. manicddaily says:

    Oh dear. Strong poem, palpable feelings, wonderfully distilled. k.

  3. Jody Costa says:

    thank you manicddaily~

  4. Jody Costa says:

    thank you manicddaily~

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