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the placating smile
Once I sat quietly, knees tucked under chin
childlike, like my wisdom.
A single, silent soldier traced the path of so many before
down my cheek, where remnants
of a great battle lay fresh, warm and wet.
Studied the curved and creviced landscape of my left knee,
the only thing left to focus on,
as all else around was a Pollockian blur.
Kept the shower on to mask the sounds
that rendered my throat raw,
hidden in a heart hollowed and black
to a presence it once knew.
The term “blank stare” has no meaning
until you have made meaning of it.
Euphoric feeling in the vicinity of a fantasy
had long since turned bitter to taste
but would not evaporate completely,
and so anger and betrayal at the thought
of memories long past prevailed
until the day desire was born of desire.
That shelf deep within where the treasures
were stored and unforgotten
was moved aside
and adoration never known before
took the place on the mantle.
The placating smile resides there no more.
Once I sat quietly, knees tucked under chin
childlike, like my wisdom.
A single, silent soldier traced the path of so many before
down my cheek, where remnants
of a great battle lay fresh, warm and wet.
Studied the curved and creviced landscape of my left knee,
the only thing left to focus on,
as all else around was a Pollockian blur.
Kept the shower on to mask the sounds
that rendered my throat raw,
hidden in a heart hollowed and black
to a presence it once knew.
The term “blank stare” has no meaning
until you have made meaning of it.
Euphoric feeling in the vicinity of a fantasy
had long since turned bitter to taste
but would not evaporate completely,
and so anger and betrayal at the thought
of memories long past prevailed
until the day desire was born of desire.
That shelf deep within where the treasures
were stored and unforgotten
was moved aside
and adoration never known before
took the place on the mantle.
The placating smile resides there no more.