As always this jealousy comes creeping up on me
Like Miller's serpent around the heart
Coiled tight and choking up my self-esteem
And breaking what little left I have of
Sanity.
Every night when I fall asleep by his side
I have this notion that his eyelids flutter
To the beat of another woman's heart
And once again at his side I remain a
Shadow.
And when he penetrates and closes his eyes
I feel my body shift like a mirage has shrouded me
Clouded out my face, thinned out my curves
Lengthened out my legs and made me another
Woman.
Inside his head I know a vision has encapsulated
And that fantasy has taken over reality
Beauty above this nothingness which is me
And when he opens his eyes there will be
Nothing but
Disappointment.
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Black Coffee
Puisi"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
