I think
I have a duplicate somewhere, sharing things I never would share and caring for people who never did care.
Or maybe they cared once, but forgot in over time, like a wound drenched with lime..like a charred unsolved crime. And I pray everyday that my clone, just a drone of a clone, goes away.
That she looses herself, like a book on a shelf- in a house without help.
But I know very well she won't settle, won't swell, she won't leave I believe, she is here to receive- love that's owed by the toad of a man that she loathes. So unknown by the ones long ago.
For once he too was a child- just a boy, no direction, no ploy.
No means to be coy, no dreams to deploy, no hurt to instill, and no woman to thrill. And once he used to pray-to pray not to be gay, for the bible that lay on his table at bay- just screamed at the gay to end sin and delay their unsavory gay!
...So the boy-now a man, came up with his plan to marry my drone of a clone. Once an original clone, a human girl clone...a girl named "Me".
And now I am here trying to decipher this awfulness-this nasty awfulness, sitting in my white dress wishing Me would hear my call of distress, and agree with no rest, that for sure he had blessed us with treacherous zest- of woman married at best, to a gay-without say, without knowledge or pay.
I'm a conundrum today wouldn't you say?
Touche.
I hope this isn't based on real life, at least not parts of it. ;)
ReplyDeleteSeems like a poem to me, I like it.