Secret Secretions

My finger throbbed with a pain that intensified as the clock found each minute.
The red swelling of my fingertip had white armies gathering to combat invading harm.
For a brief moment I marveled at the body‘s way to immediately action a plan to save us.

I was in need of white blood cells years back to form white love clots around my heart when I had ventured too near to…....her.
A soft white glove to squeeze my emotional heart and restart the pumping of my desire in a different direction.
I would have been compelled by that white army once it has been hailed to awaken me.

Perhaps I now would not being sitting here as she purifies her darning needle in her cooking pot to purge the festering in me.
I imagine that I am filled with much bitter secretions that are slowly filling the days I call my life.

© Arcadia Tempest 2009

Look at him waiting for me to be his nurse maid.
Stupid man with his stupid festering finger.
He does not see me more than the cooking, cleaning, sort it machine.
Give me something to lance the dull routine of my life…..a large wooden stake to pry me away from all the sticky sexglue that stuck me here in the first place.
He oozed a love that I slid under without hesitation..….what foolish creatures we are trading our freedom of who we are for sitting upon a pedestal of love.

Now I am his label and a product manufactured from forgetting who I really am.
I needed years ago a pedestal of my own to claim myself as my own before joining with another.
Is my life all my own slippery creation?
He is waiting for the pus to be released and for the throbbing to cease…........God so am I in the core of me.

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“Are you ready?”
“No”
“Don’t’ be a baby”
She stabbed at his finger with the tip of her darning needle and he was released from the constant throbbing pain he had endured for days.
“Thank you”
“Your welcome”

His eyes met hers briefly and a flicker of their secret secretions broke the surface of the tension in their lives.
She met his stare and felt the watered down hopes of their life together and no secrets slipped between them.
This was their moment …..do they dive back in….... or do they wash the glum of yesterday away and uncouple the expectant ho-hum of their current carriage?

Tick. …..Tick…..Tick…….fester….festering……secret……secret secretions.

Change offered them a ticket …..he did not know it was free and she could not see that he was offering it to her…........…


© K S Hardy 2009

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