SHE DIED QUIXOTIC

SHE DIED QUIXOTIC
She wanted only the brightness of chandeliers to welcome her home
Not the thick dark molasses shadows that greeted and held her fast
Caught up in sticky claws reminding

no one is here for you
you are alone

Struggling seemed too difficult
Better to lie still under a thick blanket of longing and loss
Morose with the weight of doom swathing a black path across her dying heart
Give in and let flames consume her shriveled soul
She would never know the mystique of her demise
Would be nothing more than a sad glance in the morning paper
"Ahh perhaps she had a terminal illness" some would say,
Explaining her early departure from this kink they liked to call life,
As they read the obits, and tossed down black coffee, kissed the wives
Sped down highways to upper class offices,
Had affairs with the deciduous secretary of choice on long lunches,
Came home late to supper to spend 15 minutes bonding with the 2.5 kids
They had planted deep in the belly of the high school homecoming sweetheart
Who exonerated her husband at her monthly woman's club meetings with all the members approval
Because: He provides so well and actually who needs all that sex anyhow...really it just frees one up!

She would never know that her dreams were just on the edge of a neon horizon
Preparing for birth