Over Blue Cheese Dressing
He broke her down to ghostlike
within a matter of premeditated merciless minutes.
Words poisoned with an unfair, exaggerated truth
when not completely false and cruel
with no other purpose than being hurtful.
She sat shocked and temporarily defenseless,
letting this new reality slowly suffocate
and smother her funny bone battered senses.
Unable to comprehend the Changeling
now sitting smirking wickedly before her.
When that narcissistic actor's mask slips
and you first see that disgusting beast
squirming naked within its seething ugliness
heaven dies somewhere deep inside of your.
They think they've tricked you and they have
but they've also unwittingly tricked themselves.
You will recover, slowly and in time
but they will never again find a heart and love
as pure and true as yours to soothe their troubled soul.
In the end karma always settles its debts
and they have damned themselves to all but falseness.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. But his books "Scribblings of a Madman" (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 "Poetry from the Nearest Barstool" at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 and a split poetry book "The Raven and the Vagabond Heart" with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here: http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/