Departure

A wicked verbal spin
Repetitive in demand of answer desired.
Tone rising, repulsive
With each repetition
For the answer is not forthcoming...

The opponent refusing to engage she becomes the mirror,
His venom reflecting back upon himself.

Intensity accelerating with each reflective bounce,
The frustration explodes
Dripping down the blood stained bars of
An adolescent cage.

The futility dispersed
The potency diminishes and desperation takes grip.

Silence.

His eyes drop to earth,
Hands cradling the senseless, tangled mind.
Struggling for clarity escaping still, confusion...
In pause, her extrinsic gaze reaching into the prison
she draws boundary as gently as strength allows
“I do not want you back”

Frantic, he lunges upon his ego,
Hollering retaliation,
Resonating disconnected communication
He storms an immaturity that can only venture to regret.
A door slams.
Repulsion.
Disappointment weighs the generous heart
Scarred by the remnant acid tear.
The reflection stills,
Draws fresh, clear breath and
Resolutely,
softly,

She departs.

Melissa Hocking 2009