ELLEN THE TALL ONE

There is a lump in her throat,

It grows just like the silence on her lips.

She sits there frozen in thought,

While it spreads a cobweb of denial.

Binding inescapable syllables

To interwoven shadowed threads.

Her train of thought

Shrouded in darkness,

Unable to accept

What’s buried inside her head.

~

It’s getting hard to swallow now-

Fighting against time

And her own stifling pride.

She can feel it.

She can’t help it.

She’s paralysed.

~

So she paints on a rouge kiss,

Ties on a silk scarf and takes to the streets.

Masking emotions with charismatic smiles

And an adopted feigned indifference.