recalcitrant

sorrow, sorry, pleading for relief, begging for forgiveness, crawling on knees leaving awkward steps across the despoiled fabric of ever lasting

she owned his heart, his soul, the lone queen in a crown of razors on a throne of broken dreams

bloody tears trail down tanned skin, crimson trails of torturous misgivings, her thick lips meant to be kissed, just tremble

he sits

watching

waiting

recalcitrant

alone

surreptitious

vermillion brands across porcelain skin
surreptitious looks from every downcast face passed

gregarious

stone after stone placed with exquisite care, slowly the wall is built higher and higher

in the before

the town folk found him gregarious, astute, always a kind word for every person he passed

after

at first he begged

pled

screamed

cried

then he found a new skill set in stonemasonry

now he blocks him self from the very people that once shook his hand

his smile died with her

finale

exhume a tomb with a crew, color erupts as it blooms anew, slowly losing sight of what’s true, all debts come up past due, the sky darkens as it loses it’s hue, a womb with a view