eviction; no, reviction.

behind her mask is a girl

that nobody knows but me.

she is small,

and vulnerable,

and quite unsure of herself…

even as she walks into the room commanding glances.

desire her specialty;

she feeds the hunger that is overcoming everyone

all the while knowing

and not knowing

…seeing blind…

eloquent silence–

she’s aware, and yet

feigns ignorance

and in that she leaves her mark.

scarred…

abandoned, bruised, and broken

waving down the Samaritan

her face is all that I see.

But it’s her voice:

echoing promises she couldn’t,

or wouldn’t, keep

her lips inviting me to drink

but in this I am still underage.

parting sorrow nothing more than ancient ruins of self-pity

chance and destiny and fate

what have any of these over us…

why the games, the illusions, the allusions…

leave me alone, hope.

away from me, love.

get behind me, desire.

I will grieve for this no more.