Shadows

Alanis Morissette Thank You

She was beautiful.

She was mad.

Excuse manic ever so depressive.  In a corner ever so pressed she would whisper.  Excuse offered, to cover any sin she might partake.  Little more than a victim.  Could you help her to finally be a victor?  Could you?

Meetings clandestine.  Finding in the shadows somehow a reality.  For you, perhaps, she would take a break from her medications, perhaps.  Memories blotted.  Times she was revealed.  Standing naked, like some girl, caught in a closing door, skirt ripped away.  Confusion caught.  The boy, ever so coy, she wanted to see, and the disgrace, so delightful... to her. 

They would see.

They would know.

Her. For what she was.

Naked, before all.  Salud.  My one.  So afraid of a realty consuming.  One that doesn't play fair.  Or show pity.  Welcome your entry into a world that owes you nothing.  Never eared your papers, but got your degree.  Ever so precious.  Selling little more than promises.  Hopes.  Banked... backed... by nothing.

Lithe form, ever so precious, could remain hidden in the shadows.  Distract with the slight form revealed.  All her scars, so safe, so hidden, on the inside.  The slit in the skirt.  The permissive opening of the robe.  A promise contained, a reality constrained.  As long as you are in control.

Of nothing.

And in a moment...

the queen...

is reduced....

to standing...

in her street..

clutching her robe...

as she watches him drive...

away.

Salud.

She was beautiful,.

She was mad. 

Somewhere the fates laughed.