A Thing

She said
‘There’s beauty in the movement,
Keep your counsel
Don’t subdue it’

I disagreed
And she stepped off
My throat
I rubbed my neck
But managed, just about, to stay afloat.

I didn’t see
The point
In the debate
I laboured, lingered
When I had a thing to say
I knew it was too late.

I said
‘I’ll never lose the violence
In my mind
I’ll never find the silence’

Lay back down
And felt the weight of boot-on-neck
As she smiled sadly,
Told me that
It wouldn’t hurt so badly
If I’d just stay still

But I was never one for staying still.

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About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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