Spiegel im Spiegel

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 11 Dec 2014
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Looks a lot like you, doesn’t she?
Even that mole on her left cheek.
The bastard wanted a clone of you
and when I met her in the pub
could have scratched her eyes out.
Wouldn’t have done a scrap of good.
That was why I kept my cool.
He promised to love you
in sickness and in health.
What a joke and so cruel!
The only one he loves is himself.
 
He’s still a child, deep inside,
acting out his Walter Mitty world.
Pretending everything’s all right –
even though you might have
only a few months left to live.
Said he couldn’t stand the stress
of not planning for the future.
Didn’t want to end up alone,
or words to that effect,
that’s why he shacked up with her.
A sort of back-stop, an understudy,
ready groomed for the part, who’d jump
straight in, fill your shoes
as and when required.
 
Today you’re in remission
and now he’s stalling for time.
Suggests you three be ‘friends’,
but then he lives in a dream-world
and girl you’d better believe it
like hell you had!
You know you’re mad.
You don’t need me to tell you.
But what’s the alternative?
What choice is there to make
if you’re insane enough
to keep on loving him?
 
Doesn’t deserve you, the prick!
Sorry, but it gets me going
just thinking of it.
All those nights on your own
when he went to shag her.
Pull yourself together, kid.
Best close the cupboard door,
put those pills back on the shelf.
Mirror’s all steamed up now.
Can’t even talk to myself...
not anymore.
 
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A deeply satisfying theatrical monologue. Could swing for the bastard. Love your use of voice here, Tina, so matter of fact on such trauma.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Vera.  Pleased you found it so.  And as to your second sentence, my sentiments, entirely.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Such vitriol, perhaps speaking the words she didn't have the strength to,

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Vitriol indeed, and regarding the rest of your thoughts,Philip, yes...I think so, and hope so, too.

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

So different to your normal lyricism. Personally, I liked the short, sharp, down-to-reality nature of the narration and the excellent manner in which you conveyed the gut churning anger (totally woedend! http://en.bab.la/dictionary/dutch-english/woedend-maken ) ...  such a pity that love does its own thing and letting go and rationality so seldom fit into the picture...

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Shannan - thanks, so much for your great comment, and I have indeed learned a new word.  The dutch 'woedend' conveys so much more than even 'churning anger' - its English equivalent. I must try to remember it.  

Your last sentence - says it all.

Thanks again, and I hope you have a peaceful weekend.

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

My pleasure! Seasonal blessings and greetings to you and yours at this wonderfully hopeful time of year :-)