horncow
07-15-2005, 05:58 AM
She crumbled at bottom the stairway,
pressing her soft back against
the wall, covering her face in shame.
Tears rushed down her humble face, trailing
her make-up across her subtle cheeks.
She cried, and cried, soaking in the
darkness of the unfortunate despair.
Her cheek stung from his blow,
and the cold tears pressing against
her warm skin gave a sickly tickle,
but it did little to ease the pain.
Her left hand, which was currently held
against her face, was fractured from
trying to stop her ragdoll-like
tumble as she dropped down the stairs.
He sat on the bed upstairs,
Legs hanging over the bed, and his elbows
braced on his knees. Peaking through the
spaces in his fingers, you could see his
face blood red, shining from sweat and tears.
His mind played over the wretched moment,
frame by frame, haunting him, showing him
how much of a beast he really was.
Laying back, he curled into himself,
like an unborn baby, surrounded in
the melancholy of his middle-aged
inebration.
Frame by Frame.
Regretting every moment.
He forced himself into
a dormant state as a means of escape.
She tip-toed up the stairs,
her limp could be heard from the
unnatural rythm of her steps.
Standing in the doorway with the hallway
light from behind,
She gazed at him, squinting to
make out his shape in the darkness.
Leaving the hall light on, she quietly
stepped up to the edge of the bed.
A natural calmness sweep through the
room as she admired her lover.
She lifted up the covers, exposing his
delicate frame underneath, and took on
last sniffle.
She slid under the covers,
and slipped away into a slumber,
All the while, hugging the man
of her dreams.
Constructive Criticism Please.
pressing her soft back against
the wall, covering her face in shame.
Tears rushed down her humble face, trailing
her make-up across her subtle cheeks.
She cried, and cried, soaking in the
darkness of the unfortunate despair.
Her cheek stung from his blow,
and the cold tears pressing against
her warm skin gave a sickly tickle,
but it did little to ease the pain.
Her left hand, which was currently held
against her face, was fractured from
trying to stop her ragdoll-like
tumble as she dropped down the stairs.
He sat on the bed upstairs,
Legs hanging over the bed, and his elbows
braced on his knees. Peaking through the
spaces in his fingers, you could see his
face blood red, shining from sweat and tears.
His mind played over the wretched moment,
frame by frame, haunting him, showing him
how much of a beast he really was.
Laying back, he curled into himself,
like an unborn baby, surrounded in
the melancholy of his middle-aged
inebration.
Frame by Frame.
Regretting every moment.
He forced himself into
a dormant state as a means of escape.
She tip-toed up the stairs,
her limp could be heard from the
unnatural rythm of her steps.
Standing in the doorway with the hallway
light from behind,
She gazed at him, squinting to
make out his shape in the darkness.
Leaving the hall light on, she quietly
stepped up to the edge of the bed.
A natural calmness sweep through the
room as she admired her lover.
She lifted up the covers, exposing his
delicate frame underneath, and took on
last sniffle.
She slid under the covers,
and slipped away into a slumber,
All the while, hugging the man
of her dreams.
Constructive Criticism Please.