august 17

lois e. linkens

he believed her milky white,
created from the clouds –
untarnished, pure.
and hence, plans put forth were designed
for one who shared these traits,
written out for a woman
who had barely lifted her feet from girlhood.
eliza doolittle in her naivety,
mrs de winter in her foolishness.
he hunted her out like a sniffer dog,
following the lonely scent of failed dreams
to her front door
and found her…

yet she did not scream,
she was silently stoic
as one who has already seen these things
and watches from the wings,
as the two-minute bell rings

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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