Saturday, August 04, 2018

CARELESS FLIRT - UNAWARE PART ONE



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Hands white, moulded around the steering wheel;
ridged as if drying plaster cast. They
guide me as I drive in this car, our car.
Driving hours in the early hours,
Unaware.

Starring off an endless road, passing signs;
as they’re the only ones I get these days.
their markings allude to dangers ahead.
The tragic comedy that is his life now,
unaware.

In the seat beside me lays her letter,
crumpled in a ball stained with salted tears.
There’s no conclusion, no explanation,
no ounce of remorse, just inhibition,
unaware.

Its presence taunting me, bantering laughter.
Of how you could write that it is over.
A bankruptcy of relations and money,
What’s left, the car, and this fucking letter,
unaware.

The temptation was there for the bottle, yet
no satisfaction is awarded I fret.
I will not impede my judgment tonight.
Will face demise either by fight or fright,
unaware.

Radio is blaring in the background,
amplifying tensions in my foreground.
Skinny pedal on the right, throttle down.
Chirping’ of rubber, skidding on curved roads,
unaware.

The bass drums to the beat of my heart.
Rhythmic and methodical at the start.
The cue for a fiery melody;
Speed a factor, as so is his temper,
unaware.

Twisting metal, wrapped around tree and vein.
The contusions setting in confusion.
Flooding fragments of memories overwhelm,
When noticing the crumpled letter there,
unaware.

Unaware, the words in the letter.
Were scribed, but never written for him,
and never intended for him to read.
But her confessions were his last final thoughts,
unaware.

Unaware
Perched on the window, phone clutched, body froze
anxiety grew with each passing moment.
Never has she seen him like this before,
No expression, not a word, not even “Whore”.

Unaware
Of the ringing melody, signalling
inconspicuously, to her duplicitous fate.
In the embrace of a stranger’s passion;
her consummation, demise.
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