He is granted the Moses opening
The water from her eyes drown the aftermath
Penury has foisted her innocence
Extenuating the bedlam accrues everyday
The sight of flesh is beginning to sear
Amenable redolence has become foreign
Specious affection is now prosaic
The white is his only consciousness.
The red of the rest she must feel.
Zip. Sizzle. Sigh.
The story of her life that someone has contrived
Carnage and contempt and covert
Love lasts no longer.
Hunger has been inscribed
It is an aching hunger.
A bitter hunger. A savage hunger.
Dignity. Protection. Love.
Gravity, formality, humanity deprived.
Hunger carries her to her bed
She lets go of her tongue and consumes blood
The taste of life is awakening.
Awakening, she is provoked.
She finds herself in the midst of the black, just as the blackness of the midst finds she.
The palm trees sway in her misery.
The ocean subdues her ache.
She shall encounter her demise, or lose her opprobrium
Her eyes will lie until she sees truth
The truth of herself that she is seeking to find.
Lost among the pain. Lost among the shame. Lost among the pretense.