agilely avoiding
eye contact
shuttering pieces of herself
so deep
that sometimes she
couldn’t find them
she evaded direct answers
to the question
with the skill
of a contortionist
past
present
future selves
hung on threads
of hope
and equal parts
terror
wondering whether the reception
to a full confession
would become her salvation
a weapon used
against her
finally damning her
to hell
never a simple answer
to the question
truth was a tangled rope
as thick as her wrist
studded with thorns
shards of broken mirror
pearls
sprigs of fragrant salvia
slippery with blood
and memory
© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Wauw, very powerful!
I have been away from the blogging world for a while and just wanted to say that I love the look of your blog now!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Rebecca! It has been through many iterations but I am pretty happy with the current look.
LikeLiked by 1 person
OK is that kind of slippery idea, like asking the status of Schrodinger’s Cat.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent analogy!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Well, Are you?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Stow-away Book.
LikeLike