21 May 2012
she stares across the table
fork poised midway to her lips
balancing her salad on the fingers of her utensil
divorce
the word hits her like
a ton of bricks
divorce
it feels so wrong in her mind
it feels even worse on her tongue when she says it
questioningly
repetitively
divorce
rough
her food falls to her plate
her fork clanks on the tiled floor
she throws her monogrammed towel to the chair
and leaves
shoving the restaurant doors open wide
shoving her hands deep in her pockets
shoving her love for him into the deepest darkest parts
of
her
heart
she runs with a tear-stained face into the snowy night
her tears freezing to crystal
and dropping to the sidewalk
like her heart
frozen
icy
slippery
unforgiving
icy heart • Opuss № I