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| Saturday, June 25, 2005 |
| Leavened Bread |
She would churn the smiles
in a wooden bucket,
stirring constantly the memories
while sprinkling arguments
at sordid intervals
to bring out regret-flavored tears.
She would knead the frustration
into elastic patience,
quietly stretching back and forth
to the point of almost breaking
into halves of forgiveness.
Well, almost.
She would leave the mixture
in the oven long enough
for the white to turn into
black inedible hate
waiting to be glazed
with honeyed vengeance.
She would never eat what she baked.
instead, she would serve the feast
in a silver platter and wait
until the soiled plates
were broken and the last crumbs
were licked off their stained fingers.
Then, she would wash her hands and--
walk away, smiling
at the sated heavings.
The guests would say she was gone,
though they didn't know where,
though they didn't know why
only that she always left.
What they also didn't know
was that,
like always after,
a little of her soul
would remain
and turn into
a pillar of salt. |
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posted by Rax @ 12:41 |
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| knowing but not intervening... |
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Name: Rax
Home: Makati, Philippines
About Me: I am many things: aspiring poet, advocate, lawyer, with a good grasp of reality. I am also passionate when it comes to chasing dreams. After all, a childlike imagination is just something I cannot outgrow. Which is why I write(...and refuse to give up anime, fantasy novels and video games... :P)
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