xeleganceisdeadx

So there she was, a ghost
Stillborn
Calm and quiet on the edge of reason
she stood
walking the razorblade edge
Her bare foot not knowing
the futile steps she took
they answered each forward break
with a sigh
cowering underneath her stern
thighs
like a slave underneath the whip
She couldn't sing
she couldn't cry out
she didn't bleed
even as reason cut deep into her soles
as it cut deep into her soul
stoic
and flawless she trembled out each step
as if she no longer knew the affliction under-foot
I wanted to grab her
fling her to the ground
rape her mind, filter out the debris
make her realize
make her see and feel
but I just watched, stricken with stiffness
I couldn't move. I watched her move forward
carelessly and slowly and delibrately
(she knew where she wanted to be)
I watched as she dissappeared
each step
echoing her last