Archive for March, 2010

She Creaks ~shannan suzzette


She creaks on

Day after day

Like her old wooden floor

Rough scarred

Dulled with age

She has stayed

In one place too long

Nailed neatly

Into her chosen destiny

Splinters escape

Now and then

When her jealously

Pricks the skin

Of those she will never be

They don’t feel a thing

Her misery is her own

Hardened and brittle

To the touch

Never to bend again

No smile crosses

The face that maps

Her tragedies

Grooves imbedded

Too deep in her heart to heal

Or sand away

She creaks on

Day after day

Holding only

The imprint of lost time

In one place

The floor, I fear,

Has lived better

Than she

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