she collaged us
our lives
our souls
half each other
neither left whole
blended integrities
derigueur
only plural pronouns
were preserved
a slow motion crafter
always conniving
I hardly noticed
what she'd been devising
old habits were scrubbed
friends, cold shoulder shooed
my toys disappeared
I could no longer wear blue
her purpose?
unknown!
but ..." FRANKENSTEIN!!!"...
finally died
when I
REFUSED
to wear her clothes
Comments
I
really enjoyed the first stanza
about the first stanza....
I couldn't leave well enough alone!
itty-bitty drooling dendrites started swarming over this sweet surprise as quick as it arose, spewing giga-tons of ditz and dittiness in their wake, overwhelming an impatient writer into a shameful capitulation
oh! will I ever learn
thanks for discerning... the wheat from the chaff