She cradled the remainder of dignity you had left like a newborn
Delicacy is overrated and although her esteem has been debated
She waits until she finds better, leaping through an endless loophole
She could never deny what is right, remaining focused on the wrong
Sickening how no one acknowledges her in a bar full of broken hearts
Slobbering and slurring over what once was and how they’d fucked it up
She is thrown to the side in a denial of moments…right next to the throw up
For if they really had to accept her, no being could truly handle it
Descending upon the Earth in a fury with no face displaying her wrath
Nor could they swallow any of her tiny cut up pieces that create an entire picture
Photographs taken in black and white she perches between her lovely breasts-
Safer keeping
When she approaches you in both fury and calm, there will be no ounce of rest
Whispering all of the secrets you thought you kept-
and you swear to God they never left the depths of your breath
You prayed she’d never know
Yet, no one knows you better than she
Not in the birth of your dirty new mornings
The bottomless slums of your cheap filthy evenings
The most silent punishment to the highest degree
The upper echelon of crimes and sins committed
Settling in the bottom of the bottle in the middle of a spinning room…
And when it all shatters…all of the pieces glisten in boisterous relief
Just to return right back…and do it all again
Robin Chappell 