POMEGRANATE SEEDS AND A BLOW TORCH
Her sadness didn't last long.
She said:
'Spring returned, and with it her sanity
The girl who'd mistaken herself for Persephone.
'The girl who'd mistaken herself for Penelope
Managed, at last, to conquer her melancholy.'
'The girl who'd mistaken herself for Penelope
Managed, at last, to conquer her melancholy.'
I had just returned, once again, from my wanderings.
As we sat, late at night, at the kitchen table I said: 'something is different. I think you're more stable. You are more like your old self - if I may dare. Or have you, perhaps, just altered your hair?'
She said:
'It all began with a bang to the head.
She decided to top-out, but just missed the ledge.
'As she hit the ground, she thought "what the hell?"
She'd failed to live this life very well.
'She'd been sick as a dog and too full of sadness;
At times, it has felt like a terrible madness.
'As she hit the ground she thought "what will it be?
I'm so tired of all this anxiety".
She paused, then said:
'And, the joke is on me.
From the day I was born I abhorred conventionality.'
She paused, then said:
'And, the joke is on me.
From the day I was born I abhorred conventionality.'
Apparently, at that point the pomegranate seed that had been lodged in her throat, dislodged itself (and stuck to her coat).
And, my advice:
Use a blow torch to eliminate any seeping. If you dry the wall you probably won't fall. And, then, you can stop all that weeping.
Use a blow torch to eliminate any seeping. If you dry the wall you probably won't fall. And, then, you can stop all that weeping.
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