I heard a door squeak open in the caverns of my mind and when I looked to see what was there, this came rushing out.
Rain Dance
The rain pebbled the metal roof
Popping like water balloons
Flooding the eaves
And pouring down the rusty spout
Washing away the fallen leaves
And the last tear she cried.
She, standing there, her face streaked
With black mascara running from her swollen eyes,
Stared as he left her behind.
A numbness overtook her.
She felt no pain from her bloodied lip.
She had no care about her torn slip
And her bruised cheeks.
With a silence roaring in her ears,
She stepped out into the storm
And let the rain pour down and cleanse her
Of the filth that he had brought to her.
With each strike of lightening,
With each rumble of thunder
She begin to spin.
Arms out wide, palms open to the sky
Her face turned toward the heavens
She danced.
It was the dance of her life
Pounding upon the earth.
It was the dance of revenge
Smashing into muddy pools.
It was the dance of strength
Lifting her into her future.
She was finally free.
And when he took his final breath,
She withdrew the knife from his chest
And laughed.
Kathy Lockhart
5/21/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 09:02
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