When Two Needed Three.

Her story unwove itself. Like dry petals it fell open gently. It was a dramatic point, except without any ripple in its periphery. She looked at her with utter disappointment, with that animal anger. She wanted to break through this barrier and explain herself. One last time.

One last time,
Thought she,
In the midst of
This awful
Symphony
Of disharmony
And
Discord..

Hear me once.

***

She wanted to scream till her voice resonated in some depth. She only stared back; the inner recesses of her soul were quaking with rage. It was the singular moment when anger menacingly unfroze. Like a thawing, radiant iceberg. Her helplessness unveiled itself. Hear me once.

Hear me once,
Thought she,
Despite the
Thrashing
Waterfalls
Of
Shame and
Guilt..

It's eroding.

***

It's eroding. The culmination happened. Like a burst of boiling firecrackers. It was a garland of colors from a heart's final eruption. She choked over the million misunderstandings, explanations and pointless independence. She wanted to crack open and count the aberrations and wounds. I've lost.

I've lost,
Her eyes spoke,
After
Scrambling for
Some ground
To call my own
But
Now
With sawdust
In my hands..

I'm going.

***

I'm going. The ashes of a wasted emotions lay..stuck. Like slow steam it curls around her throat torturing to clutch longer. It was the slow drumming of useless words hitting against the empty vessel of time. She sat muted, blankly looking at the broken glass pieces of hurt form unknown patterns. She saw the trespasses play themselves as time thawed. I've slipped.

I've slipped,
Her eyes spoke,
Away
Into an abyss
I had found
During careless
Words
Were hurled
Like playthings
For isolated
Prisoners..

The door’s shut.

***