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[Miss Melissa]

The Dark
by Melissa - 2004

Dark dank smoky room
Smells of cheap perfume
They don’t quite cover the cigarette smoke wafting from
Between the lips of a disgruntled woman
Or the reek of disdain

Eyes squinting against the stench, she takes another breath
In and out, not so smooth as it used to be

Fingers trace the lines across her face
Wishing, wondering, what if, why?
What now...
Now she sits here in this hole of a place
Alone, sore, bitter,
Crumpled into her chair like a forgotten doll

Legs once long and fair curled beneath her
Aching with the anticipation of another dance
Another fruitless chance
Frustration
Could it be? Will she see her way out of here?

The darkness comes to claim her again
Eager hands and feet clamber to be by her side
On comes the mask, the smiles that don’t reach her eyes

Now begins the fall

[Pina]

Great stuff, Melissa! Please share more of your writings with us!

[Miss Melissa]

The Chair

There's no one left around here in this dark dusty room I live in.
Everyone has gone away to leave - ventured out into the real world as I sit down and collect cobwebs
An inch thick of dust sits on my head and drifts down my face gracing my back and sides while motionless I think and think some more.
Just a silent something sitting mostly in this quiet sunless existence except for those few brief moments of reprise during the early afternoon hours where daylight brushes across me and warms my delicate old limbs.
Motionless drear living if it can be called that beckons me and still, I sit and wait quietly some more.

Melissa M (written about 10 years ago)[/i]