Tall Tales, Short Memories

Suzanna

She steals and alters her name with intended jokes of joy

And morning cups of coffee that spill over with teases,

All just to give flavor to the season she dreads and the life she thinks hasn't bloomed yet -

Hair tells tall tales of short memories

As her dull eyes grow silent while her facial expressions reflect on her future -

With one swaying gesture of the hand she could erase pain itself,

And with one twirl of her blackened soulless dress she could pave light rays to guide the misguided.

Isn't she's one of those ghost?

A lifeless body full of life?,

Ask her yourself -

She won't tell you

Written on: 11/30/2018

Inspired by: Suzan M.

Photo by: Suzan M.

Countdown by: Chantel L.

Written & Performed by: Xquavius E.