5/18/12

Scarlet's Savior
By Wendy L. Schmidt


Cheap motel,
disheveled bed,
symbolizes,
her doomed affair.

Pills in hand,
bitter tears spent,
farewell sighs,
to a cruel lover.

If this is all,
there is to life,
it's hardly worth,
the effort.

A foiled square,
tucked under,
threadbare pillows,
catches her eye.

Found treasure,
kisses bruised lips.
She settles in,
to savor dark desire.

Mood altering,
the silky taste,
is a reminder,
of simple pleasures.

She might miss,
long walks,
idle gossip,
southern sweet tea.

White pills tossed,
rye whiskey spilled,
swirling down,
a rust stained sink.

She powdered her nose,
primps her dark hair,
and stares at,
her mirrored reflection.

"I won't give up,"
Scarlet states,
"After all,
tomorrow is another day."


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