She did not love him.
Yet, her sorrow was making her cling to him.
To keep him from leaving her to face her deep loneliness
She was uncovering her womanliness
Dazzling him for a quick second
Catching him like a prey.
Knowing full well the futility of playing woman
She was still performing that old story.
Yet for him...
She was drawn to him
Like a moth into a flame.
He remained, the powerful watcher
The male animal
Who waits, watches and then pounces...
At that moment
A record of all his conquests
Would replay in his mind
Giving him an empty feeling of power
While...
It would make her feel drained and suicidal.
After the night of empty conquest
Both returned to their respective loneliness
He to the silence of his power
She, to the silence of her humiliation.
Yet...they both pretended
They were equals in an unequal world
3 comments:
it seems to be more sharp and deep. may be due to the painful reality of life.
seems to be more deep and sharp.
Hi,
expecting more lines from you
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