yellow ran screaming from the room where i sat knees curled to my chest frowning in pensive distaste. the mirror held its ground and i counted lines of worry and confusion scurried past traces of a smile and a kiss and focused on the ghost town swimming in the deep end of my lashes. green stood out; curious in the unexpected rain and i broke stare with my own stubborn eyes to follow the path of a single tear as it hurried for the corner of my mouth. the desire for a stalemate; mind checking body left room for question but you had just spared me the effort with a dazzling performance of your own and i could have pointed out that badgering the witness would be futile but you couldnt know that; i avoid the headquarters of inquisition like the plague. jury's at it's end! they shrieked they're going to kill the judge but the judge was staunch and ignored every ploy and the prosecutor pushed steady and determined, all the buttons tried and true til loyalties were divided and thought was lost at sea. the hammer fell; echoes ringing with my own words and headlines harmonized victory and sweet defeat. yellow seeped in; penitent with the morning sun where i lay knees curled to my chest asleep.
oh wow...i loved it...the imagry is amazing and you did a great job of tying the end to the beginning...its a very good metaphor...
