A/N: I know that poetry is never well-received in the world of fanfiction. But I'm a poet, you see, more than anything else, and it's hard to keep myself from writing this stuff sometimes - harder still to keep myself from sharing it.
Please review. I'd really love it if you would.
She pulls herself inward and extends herself out;
threads the needle through her skin
and pats a paper bandage on top of it;
all healed, she whispers to herself
and the world nods in assent, quietly
turning, churning on its axis;
Africa is a world away and two steps outside her bedroom door
but she's locked it, bolted, hid the key within her pillowcase
and the ceaseless knocking cannot rock her
from the bed.
But the wisps of sand come skittering through the keyhole,
every now and again.
She drinks whiskey and eyes herself in a polished mirror.
There is no breakdown, no collapse within the framework,
no fetal position and no knight
in shining armor riding up into her lawn
on some gilded white horse;
not every maiden needs a hero –
though some of them need rescuing, every now and again.
Three men in jeans and cargos, smudged with sand,
bruised and beaten, grin like angels on her eyelids;
there are no white knights, only colleagues
beloved and faulted and human.
She never really needed a knight.
Empty glass bottles
tumble like glaciers on a mound of paperwork in the corner.
Faces on facets – all hers – staring up from the belly of the bin.
All Healed! they each proclaim
and the little jewels of alcohol nestled in their emptiness
are all agreeing.
The scars fade; the feeling never leaves.
In a chasm of the world somewhere, an age ago,
the archetype of defiance stood their ground
behind a wall.
She always thought herself their kin;
Steel-wielding Romans couldn't take away their claim,
couldn't shake them,
and the scene is different and the world is different
and some whisper of regret in her skull keeps bleating,
would never let myself be captured
but she runs the water from the tap,
splashes her face and sees her eyes like drops of oil from the faucet.
And nothing really changes.
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