A drafty room with torn
blankets, broken windows
covered with plastic and duct tape
he checks his bandless watch again
Their cold breath puffs
to and fro as they share a bowl
of corn flakes, sweetened
with syrup and giggles.
He leaves for work
she sits in the chair
removes the broken combs
long red hair cascades to life
She stares into the ashen-colored
face where blush used to live,
the cracked mirror looks back.
Chop, snip, cut, onto the floor
goes the sacrifice made,
for the price of wigs
she buys the gift and
waits at home with a bow
stuck to a watchband.
He leaves the jewelry shop
with cash in hand,
and buys the pearl-laced hair combs,
money made from a bandless watch
he sold with a smile.
Author notes
Prompt: Love, kinda, sorta
A contest entry
- Gibran Khalil Gibran ~ by Amarige.
800 points, ended July 27, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful piece..you picked great quote..thank you for joining and best of luck
Ruby
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