SLIGHT OF HAND

Hair on fire
Hearts galore
Moving at the speed of light
Breaking every barrier
A thief passing thru the night

Lightning round
Sweat burns
Blinded by adoration
Stripped and bare, she obliges
His propensity, degradation

Sights and sounds
Music, fame
Lights flashing on the wall
Sirens wail in the distance
Waiting for him to fall

Slight of hand
Drug of choice
Spilled out onto the floor
There’s no way to pull back
When she’s crying out for more

Lightning strikes
Beating hearts
Paralyzed with fear
She turns her head and realizes
Finally brought to tears

Moving on
Don’t look back
Keys left upon the table
No safety net, no parachute
She leaves, while she’s still able

 

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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