Monday, June 15, 2009

veridicality



What shall i tell you?
Anything but the truth.

He walked behind me and said:
i can't believe
how honest you are about your life.
And he laughed in a strange way
that i did not understand
even though i did.
and he turned his face away so i could see no expression
just an ear turning red made more intense by the silver blonde
pulled away from his fragile pale skin
braided crooked and tight against the sun worn creases of the nape
of his slender neck resting tenuously upon strong shoulders
that slumped from the weight of his life
he laughed in a way that faded into the hot still air
the mirthless sound getting lost in the quiet of a dying day
In that silence he suddenly turned
and looked deep in my eyes with angry piercing black pupils
surrounded by the deepest blue of a cloudless summer sky
that glowed with the intensity of a nuclear explosion
We were locked in that moment that seemed like forever
His angry defiance at the world met with my own...
a melancholic smile acknowledging the truth

a scream filled the air from nowhere collapsing the vortex
the moment was broken
there was no meaning left to be found anywhere
but it did not matter. we didn't care.

we sat back wordlessly
watching the flames burn to dust
when night fell the universe stopped the insult
and mercifully ceased to exist

©2009~SophieD

1 comment:

Thierry Texedre said...

Quelle question pose l'être dont la chair est totalement imprégnée en soi, comme une marque qui reste pour toujours, cet étranger qui ne répond pas verbalement à l'attente intérieure?