Slowly it falls into oblivion smashed glass shattering memento. A brief pause when it hits. The cursed pleasure of karma. The jar becomes my integrity Piercing decades of time, the coffee grains, my dignity spilling openly at his feet. I count my blessings looking at the tattered remains of myself, it could have been worse. He bent to gather the shards of glass. It could have been tampons. That look, the one that says twenty years and still she’s as clumsy as ever. . . too late, the look lost now among the poetic irony of a dropped jar of coffee.
I feel only pity. Not for you, for those touched by you. Those stained with your toxin breath and acid words. Those that hear the echoes of your banshee scream as dawn calls upon another day and they believe they converse with an angel.
I pity the God’s you pray to, the hyprocracy in your evening cries, the venom in your devil eyes. A descendant of lilith, fallen angels with blackened wings fanning the vile words falling from your spitting tongue.
The serpent coils through your soul, what embers of innocence once lay there now crushed, dispersed on trade winds to a lover and another and any poor fool consumed by your succubus melody and the broken strings of your violin.
But alas I will carry your lesson into tomorrow on the beating wings of spirits love forever at my side. My gain was your want, eternal without condition beyond the physical realm. Spiritual devotion rewarded now in universal bliss…
Your lessons taught me the value Of true loves blessed kiss. Your game play was preparation, for me to become his. Your poison was the toxin in my climb as I learned self worth and when my King took stand to claim his Queen, I knew I was worthy this time.
Deceive yourself with broken fragments Enraptured images and shame, Curdled to create a mirage of self Envied in another’s mirror, death calls Imp souls to the slaughter Vanity, now speaks your name on karma’s Echo, the ripple flows so widely.