Tuesday, November 02, 2010

potted plant

the thirst was killing
she writhed and screamed
pain spasmed

through her once strong veins

a little water, a drop
he walked in, she saw

him hang clothes

on the washing line
so close, she gasped

for breath, wanting,

begging in despair for
a little water, a drop

but he disappeared
and she knew she had lost
she collapsed heavily

sucked out of her
the green of the
freshly-washed shirt

beside her
drop by drop, into
a green puddle on the floor.


Hari said...

ohhhh... Wrench.

sailusha said...

I've murdered many a plant, right in the verandah where the wet clothes hang :(