Why doesn't she drink her tea? by Cairngorm77, literature
Literature
Why doesn't she drink her tea?
The telephone rang and rang
She was not going to answer it
or the doors
By now there were not even thoughts of hurt or rage or betrayal
There was nothing
Nothing
She saw no light, no hope
No love and no healing
She did not seek any of it any more
She saw no purpose
No pleasure in the company of the one who had dealt the persistent and prolonged blows of death to her heart
And yet he stood there
silently peering into her room at her and wondering
Why hadn’t she sipped her tea?
She should have!
His blood shot eyes cut through the air with hatred
She hasn’t drunk her tea!
How could she be so wasteful?
What is wrong with her?
He gulp
She sat, sad, so Sad
All the what ifs going through her mind
How could this have been any different
Nothing can change things now
It’s all too late
The seed of bitterness that had been sown 30 years before had grown and prospered
devoured and destroyed
It had permeated the hearts of three generations
spreading like a cancer among the members of this sick family
And though the seed was planted by another
and nurtured
and watered by them
the bitterness had twisted
and infected
and pointed it's gnarled, evil, withered finger at her
the planter of the seed was now dead
She sat silent
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be healed
and
And then all the anguish was gone
Sweet nothing
Numb
She waited for it to return
For she knew it would
It would come salivating
Sniffing the air and sensing her presence
Hungry
So hungry
Circling
Pacing
Lunging
It’s serrated teeth tearing and piercing her numbness
She knew, though it would come seeking to destroy her
She would once again find numbness
Maybe weeks
Maybe years
She dare not hope for happiness
She dare not hope for love
Just numbness would do
MEMORIES GO DRIFTING BY
IN THE DARK, DARK, DEEP BLUE SKY
THE STARS ARE BRIGHTER IN THE EAST
REMINDERS OF THE DISTANT FEAST
OF SWEET, SWEET
LOVE
DO YOU REMEMBER?
WHEN MOON SHONE FULL AND LEAVES HUNG STILL
THE DROPS UPON THE WINDOW SILL
YOU TOUCHED THEM, WIPED THEM ON MY SKIN
TOUCHED ME DEEP, SO DEEP WITHIN
NOW FLOATING NUMB I DRIFT ALONG
AND IN MY MIND RECALL THE SONG
IN WATER WARM WITH SUMMERS KISS
VOID OF HOPE
SUBMISS
WOULD YOU REMEMBER?
WHEN WATER SPARKLED IN SUMMER HUE
AND NAKED LOVE LIKE MORNING DEW
SUBMERSED AND DANCED THE LOVERS DANCE
MILLION DRAGONFLIES IN A TRANCE
NOW FLOATING NUMB I DRIFT ALONG
AND IN MY MIND RECALL THE SONG
SPILLER
HE TAKES THE CUP
THE VILE CUP OF HATRED
SPILLS IT
SPILLS IT OVER EVERYTHING
LETS ITS STAINS
DISCOLOR ALL THAT IS GOOD
LETS IT SOAK IN AND PERMEATE
THE VERY FIBRES OF LIFE
NO GOING BACK
THE COLOR IS ALTERED FOREVER
DESPERATE CLEANSING
WILL NEVER RESTORE
THE DAMAGE IS DONE
AND NOR DOES THE SPILLER WANT RESTORATION
BUT PLUNDERS ON
AND ON
HEARTFINGER
She looked upon it
She wondered
What happened to that heart?
What rendered it..
Shrunken?
Withered?
Who closed the doors?
Who built the walls?
Who chain sawed its arms right off?
And threw ash in its eyes?
And how
How...
Did it heal over those gushing wounds?
Gnarled scar tissue guarding the one dwelling within
She had tried to peer in...
To touch it.....
But the scar tissue was numb
She had hoped over years of waiting
That
It would grow another arm
Just one would do
Even a finger
But she looked upon it and she saw
No growth
Not a cell
Nothing that would reach out
She wondered
Ought she to throw the mu
Why doesn't she drink her tea? by Cairngorm77, literature
Literature
Why doesn't she drink her tea?
The telephone rang and rang
She was not going to answer it
or the doors
By now there were not even thoughts of hurt or rage or betrayal
There was nothing
Nothing
She saw no light, no hope
No love and no healing
She did not seek any of it any more
She saw no purpose
No pleasure in the company of the one who had dealt the persistent and prolonged blows of death to her heart
And yet he stood there
silently peering into her room at her and wondering
Why hadn’t she sipped her tea?
She should have!
His blood shot eyes cut through the air with hatred
She hasn’t drunk her tea!
How could she be so wasteful?
What is wrong with her?
He gulp
She sat, sad, so Sad
All the what ifs going through her mind
How could this have been any different
Nothing can change things now
It’s all too late
The seed of bitterness that had been sown 30 years before had grown and prospered
devoured and destroyed
It had permeated the hearts of three generations
spreading like a cancer among the members of this sick family
And though the seed was planted by another
and nurtured
and watered by them
the bitterness had twisted
and infected
and pointed it's gnarled, evil, withered finger at her
the planter of the seed was now dead
She sat silent
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be healed
and
And then all the anguish was gone
Sweet nothing
Numb
She waited for it to return
For she knew it would
It would come salivating
Sniffing the air and sensing her presence
Hungry
So hungry
Circling
Pacing
Lunging
It’s serrated teeth tearing and piercing her numbness
She knew, though it would come seeking to destroy her
She would once again find numbness
Maybe weeks
Maybe years
She dare not hope for happiness
She dare not hope for love
Just numbness would do
MEMORIES GO DRIFTING BY
IN THE DARK, DARK, DEEP BLUE SKY
THE STARS ARE BRIGHTER IN THE EAST
REMINDERS OF THE DISTANT FEAST
OF SWEET, SWEET
LOVE
DO YOU REMEMBER?
WHEN MOON SHONE FULL AND LEAVES HUNG STILL
THE DROPS UPON THE WINDOW SILL
YOU TOUCHED THEM, WIPED THEM ON MY SKIN
TOUCHED ME DEEP, SO DEEP WITHIN
NOW FLOATING NUMB I DRIFT ALONG
AND IN MY MIND RECALL THE SONG
IN WATER WARM WITH SUMMERS KISS
VOID OF HOPE
SUBMISS
WOULD YOU REMEMBER?
WHEN WATER SPARKLED IN SUMMER HUE
AND NAKED LOVE LIKE MORNING DEW
SUBMERSED AND DANCED THE LOVERS DANCE
MILLION DRAGONFLIES IN A TRANCE
NOW FLOATING NUMB I DRIFT ALONG
AND IN MY MIND RECALL THE SONG
SPILLER
HE TAKES THE CUP
THE VILE CUP OF HATRED
SPILLS IT
SPILLS IT OVER EVERYTHING
LETS ITS STAINS
DISCOLOR ALL THAT IS GOOD
LETS IT SOAK IN AND PERMEATE
THE VERY FIBRES OF LIFE
NO GOING BACK
THE COLOR IS ALTERED FOREVER
DESPERATE CLEANSING
WILL NEVER RESTORE
THE DAMAGE IS DONE
AND NOR DOES THE SPILLER WANT RESTORATION
BUT PLUNDERS ON
AND ON