Death by Inertia French-manicured nails skim glossy magazines Littering her pristine, stylish, kitchen island Ikean Utopia where everything fits... Brita water filter sits in kitsch type fridge Its from here; she wants to escape Home was her planet, she planned to expand it Upgrade the worktops - to marble from granite Two cars, foreign holidays, a mortgage paid off The stuff suburban dreams are made of Its from here; she aims to escape Epiphanic gaze fixed on hair turned grey Dismayed, that smile slipped off of her face No longer willing to surrender to beige A place made safe had changed to a cage Its from here; she had to escape Shed given her life, played the dutiful wife The lover, the mother, the beautiful bride Forgiven the man who had broken her twice... Swallowed her pride, (she died inside) Its from here; she plans to escape When husband returned after working past Eight First thing that he noticed - the bed was unmade So tired, she lay, and would never awake Shed tried to escape, but had left it too late. Carpe diem.
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 12:07:05 +0000
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