Mourning Due
Esco 3000
her focus is on that
one last drop of a dream
that slithers down her web of lashes
and rolls into the curve of
her lips.
it's then that the knees do battle.
having held their own under
pressure all these years, only
the tide of change could make
her lose those sea legs.
sunsets of late are met with
the stale smell of her porcelein prayers,
lashes ensnared, holding for dear life onto
the only relationship she could ever
count on lasting until the morning
and as days of her porcelein
prayers go unanswered, she opens
her eyes and finds, that at times,
life is but a dream.