Spinning Table

Lies trickled from her lips,

Until the truth came flowing outward,

Like the Mighty Mississippi,

Rolling off her tongue and crashing on the banks of my ears,

As the tears rolled down both of our cheeks,


The table turned from my grip spinning it around,

As we were both strapped to our chairs,

Squirming and writhing for our freedom from each other,

Fear engulfing every strand of hair,

Because of the strength of the emotions we felt for one another,


And I felt a leg break on my chair,

Right before I went tumbling backward to the floor,

Where I landed in the remnants,

Of what was left of,

The heart that she had given me.

concreteardrop concreteardrop
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1 Response Mar 10, 2010

Had to read it a few times before i got it, it showed such a stong idea. But very nicely done