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By SN0W Date: 2001 Nov 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.23.23.19.6907]] |
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"Hello...Can I ask you about ...." she barely got the words out .... one of those moments when you wish for a weak connection. for the phone to simply fall from your hand and fade away. for a time when time could retrace the steps back to the first time you spoke to him, only this time... you listened to the voice inside your own head.... however, you trust and you believe and you move forward into the web he wraps around your mind seeing only the little tidbits, juicy morsels for you to chew on as though this, really is all you need and you start to believe ... that it is till ... the next time you question and the next time you lay awake because those damn voices have been screaming at you all night and you once again go deaf of heart blind of soul dumb...simply of mind... no one else to blame.... you had the chance, numerous times. heart spoke, you walked right back into the scorpions den only now, here it is, truth blasting in your ears and you can't run from it it's in your home...right in front of you the words of someone ... betrayed and the sting of her painful tears are slicing your wrists... here, you say ... bleed me of him drain all the false promises the denial of facts from his own lips as he yells... "She's lying" and I fall backwards against this wall of nails and on to this paper my truth prints, a heart song ...I simply believed till she said... "Can I ask you about ....my Husband" |