Quiet! They can hear you…

On a sigh, I whispered hollow, empty and frail. Deeply weathered from the usual morning toxins. Starbucks to ignite me, bring me to life, fueling just enough to trail dreadfully to work though, sarcastically, death I’d much rather toy with. A penny for bones just doesn’t suit me anymore. How am I still here?  These days…I hardly feel the breeze anymore. My God…how am I still standing, after what has worn, chiseled centuries from my soulheart? After the years of withstanding the secret meetings in front of my face from the hush hush ladies at the office, after the nonsensical gestures, snotty “How do you do’s”, and judgment! Yes! I am spawned from the very dirt, unclean and unworthy and on the witness stand to testify my own sins before unworthy eyes who know me well enough to tell my story with their eyes wide shut! And my life, my soul, is taken for granted by they who appreciate nothing and think nothing, yet praise all things transparent; blindly investing in stereotypes, lies, deception, and everything that promises a grudge against me! Myself! I! And all for the sake of maintaining the false appearance of ‘keepin’ it real!?  Absurdity… followers of followers walk the earth plenty…empty hides, empty orbs behind Covergirl painted lashes, and Quiet, girl! Don’t you know they can hear you breathing, which is a felony offense for your kind, remember? You who love all things lush and magical and floating free, invisible hugs to your inner self from God, and mounds of vanilla bean ice cream you eat when you know they’re watchin’ you with eagle eyes, smackin’ lips and porcelain faces that you’d like to crack in two right down the damn middle just because it’s Wednesday, and watch that bitch pick up pieces of her broken smile, like we do when the silly syllables, blackened with envy graze across our desks! These pods know nothing. Nothing of what defines the beauty of monogamy, of true love, of spiritual definition, or bittersweet epiphanies, realizations and priceless moments, like when a child becomes a woman worth a hell of a lot more than the five pounds gained after the holidays! They dare to guess what invokes my lovely, what moves me when shaken by the world’s wrath. Since I am known so well, so well you know me? Tell me what quickens you when you hold my love to your ear? Whose name my body bellows beneath the dark of twilight?  What does my mind wonder when I shiver over my cold sheets, and take in a faraway breath of warmth, of ache, of need inspired by a distinctive whiff of cologne that never smudged, yet had the potential to be a damn good excuse to reminisce on my weekends off, but I denied him passage because the scent was male, and this man had a rep, a vicious rep, for turning good women like us sour, hangin’ us out to dry like dirty laundry spread abound, and forgive me for not wanting to test fortune and become the enemy of my enemy the wrong way. Who said it was “OK” to measure me, precious me, by mortal standards, condemn me swiftly, dismiss my goodness, and nail me to the cross like the saint that half of you ungrateful wenches don’t even remember!? But Hush now!...hush…be quiet! They can hear you…don’t you know they can hear you?