RELATIONSHIP OF PAIN

Standing, looking far away
Contemplating, lost in the
Melody of passing traffic, throat
Wrapped in scarlet silk, make-up
Thick hiding secrets, her eyes searching
But failing to find, a haven
Safe from Taylor, her pathological
Lover, an albatross about her neck.

Entering a bar, seeking solace
She crosses the carpet, yellow
With age, she sits in a corner
Ordering her nectar, the fiery amber
Liquid, small glass up ended to her
Lips, she tries to forget Taylor's
Tongue and fists, which cut like
A razor, she sits marking her time.