Flirting with disaster
Posted on | May 4, 2010 | Comments Off
Flirting with disaster
She looked, but couldn’t touch
She wanted to, a desire was there
She wanted to fall in deep, and satisfying
She looked, but she couldn’t touch
He asked if she did, and she said “she was good”
She fell quickly to sleep and dreams took over
She was flying a helicopter but didn’t know where to land
People on the ground gave her directions but she didn’t know where to go
She was now on a train
A poster of A Mohamed Ali fight was there with her name on it…
She was definitely a fighter
She watched as the boxes of chicken and other passengers were leaving her train and taking other tunnels…
She wanted to know where they were going
She awoke at the same time as every morning
How did she feel now, what had she done? What had she not done?
The pill sat in its container next to the bed
She looked at it, but she couldn’t get herself to take it last night
Now she would pay.
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