// (Dis)Obedience //

We wait
we are so very pretty
in our waiting.

Cross your fingers,

hold your breath,

remove your

eyes.

There is a gnawing in my cheeks which
never stops, it is keeping sound
with the rippling in my
water glass, it is
waiting for the other

shoe to drop.

And as the sky turns to blood
and trickles down the insides
of my thighs like
sandpaper before the wallpaint
even dries,
we do believe

what we are told.

Sitting for portraits,
sitting for decades, sitting for
no one.

We are so very pretty
growing old.

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2 thoughts on “// (Dis)Obedience //

  1. wbdeejay

    we do believe
    what we are told.
    and
    we are so very pretty
growing old.

    The words – a story that must be told, That sing with strangeness yet the heart grabs hold. The music between the white and black lines, Sings lilting tunes to this soul of mine.

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