Saturday, 11 April 2009

• Resignation

  A soulless creature paces to the cricket's tune.
  Shivering in the cold, stepping into bottomless puddles.
  Feeling the moisture seeping into black high heels.
  Squinting at the passing machines and the concrete vibrance of the other nature.

  The creature crawls toward hope.
  Her eyes reflecting iridescence of headlights.
  Her body prone worshipping the sound of stirring engines.
  Her tail dangles low in utter resignation and submission.

  Claw marks on the floor, blood on the paws and an eternal devotion to hope of salvation.

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