A Prayer of a Different Sort

Her neck is exposed.

let your lips form the words. Imagine her breathless and moaning.

Exposed.

And for the first time so is her heart. A sacrifice, put upon the alter, will you kneel?

Open and afraid. Vulnerable.

With you she'll use that word for herself. Another First.

There's blood on her tounge and she wants you to know one thing.

She needs.

A glimpse of herself in the mirror and she sees something so different than how she feels. She looks so put together. so brushed back. So whole. Pretty and not in the sad way.

Darker, eyes tired but not sad. Sad.

THere's a smile upon her lips and she wants you to know one thing.

She'll get by. Go on with or without you but she really wanted you there.

Alliteration and assonance were never her thing. But read this, repetition.

An artist and a philosopher. She's neither.

She'll lay her heart on this alter, bloody, vulnerable, yours. Will you kneel?