Finale

she meant it as an intervention
perhaps that word was too long
too obscure
she hoped to tame the beast

calm the storm and create a
swirling of kindness long forgotten
the obvious
we are apart, it is demographics

do not dismiss what was, we are
the past
every piece of flesh lost
is in the name of friendship

when you take that frail flesh
and lace it with arsenic
it becomes poisoned, the same
as the orchid would, the song

somehow, with time comes calm
attaching itself to the lines on the face
the battle you see is we
calm against the storm

you are the storm, you rage
battering my senses until I long
for the quiet
of the inlet, my selfish calm

Viki