Dark Poetry Prose Poetry ART Dark Poetic Prose

05-06-05 friday 9:15pm

not the girl with her head down. her hands covering her face. like a glass tilted too far. its contents just about to spill out.

not that girl. no, tonight you're someone else.

a lion purring with a kitten's heart.

not then that i knew. with the foolish blase of a poet's prescience. not when she knelt down beside herself. asking her own forgiveness. but when she stood up demanding. so sure that she deserved it.

not that picture with its temperamental angst. white folds flowing down from her lap like teardrops down from swollen eyes.

not bent over in that chair. elbows perched upon tender thighs. to prop up that heavy head.

not that girl. no, tonight you're someone else.

everything you want to be. everything i know you are, but you don't believe.

everything you think you see in me. you're really only seeing yourself.