If sorrow is a companion
I go to bed with suicide as my lover
Her gentle whisper of loss
Loss of hope and glory
Her silent but strong voice of conviction
Her aroma like the waft of an onion
Being peeled one layer at a time till it sinks into you
She is a powerful lady, suicide
She knows when to visit
She creeps on you
And knows how to seduce you with her offer of freedom from pain and grief
She knows when to flash her clit and make you believe, you can have Pleasure which takes you right into oblivion
She knows her game better than you know yourself
In our moment of embrace
I find her comforting
Today, while we were dancing
I agreed to her passionate plea that we make love
I dare say she is good
And we were riding high on the Milky Way
Just as she was about to give me her all
I went stone cold
Told her to take her shit and leave
Stunned at the sharp turn
Her frown was frightening
Her stare like a dagger
Her rage, uncontainable
But I stood still
I stood my ground
Unrelenting
Unflinching
She took her raggedy behind and left
I had the power to stop her encroachment all along
I just needed to change my mind…
© 2010 Belinda Otas
