Lean forward now and listen well

It is a tale of much despair

I have this account and I must tell

the misery, as if you care.


She was a lovely girl, you know

I imagined I knew her well

from total manic sense of show 

her own self-inflicted hell


Friends we were, though bumpy ride

it might have seemed to all.

Funny how it would coincide

with an untimely, unlikely fall…


She called me from a payphone one night,

said she was unsure of her life

said she was despondent, full of fright

said she could see no end in sight. 

…and I agreed, most thoughtfully 

and then I hung up the phone

and then I went straight on to bed

and left the TV on, to drone.


Falling asleep was never easy for me…

thoughts would always invade my mind

especially tonight, I could not shake free

the talk with her placed me in a bind


You see, dear listener, I had once loved

a man who chose her over me,

and over and over it stung memory

and over and over I was reminded, you see…

She’d speak of him all of the time to me…

Pushed me to the edge of sanity…

and sleep finally came…finally came for me.


The rage finally ebbed, and I was asleep

but all was not right in the world…

Somehow through the night, it crept,

a tragedy unfurled


Splashed throughout the papers today 

They said she poisoned herself

They said she was dead for only some hours

They said Strik-9 was the ultimate power


They said it had to be most painful, that end

and notified her next of kin

and then they had nothing further to say.

Poison mingled with Oolong tea

and within hours it was over.

I truly had an idea of the madness…

hysterical madness that drove her.


Today I was neither happy, nor sad,

nor in a daze over it.

Kind of like when you see the news

but you get really tired of hearing that shit.


So, finally her mad ranting had ceased,

so what? I cared not, either way.

I talked to no one about this thing

I simply had nothing to say…


…until last night while trying to sleep

I found that I could not breathe.

It was cold in my room, much colder than ought

I suddenly could smell a slight odor of rot

and mist unfurled chilly hands to my face

and my heart jumped to life and began to race…


for there, before me, stood my dead friend.

She smiled bitterly and pointed at me

and I wondered mindlessly how to defend

against said apparition, I could not flee.


She continued to stare and tilted her head

I cried out at her, “NO! You are dead…!

…you killed yourself! By your own hand, 

you are through with this earth, nay, you are damned!” 

She moved toward me, her skin blue and pale

gestured to herself, began silent wail

and again her look said, you can not flee…

she bared her teeth and snarled at me.

She faded until there was nothing left to see

except on the floor where she’d been…a key…


I leaned forward, and touched it, my head pounded so

from remembering a night of trudging through snow

walking up to an apartment door and unlocking

and pausing for a moment, hearing them talking…

The two of them, herself and her there,

her imaginary friend, the only one left who cared,


inviting myself in for a moment or two

and careful of where fingers brushed…

so as not to leave any trace of me.

I sat and watched as she sipped her tea.

I sat and wondered how long it would be.

I sat, outwardly calm, save my face – a bit flushed…


..and leaving before the deed was quite done,

and back into deep sleep before rising sun

and having no memory and not wanting one…

I pushed it back as far as it’d go.

I simply had no desire to know.


The key, if there was one, fell into a grate,

and I’m just fine, and all is well… 

and I seldom remember that rotting smell

and there seems to be nothing more to tell

as I rarely imagine screams rising from hell.

But now, I must leave as its gotten late.

At least, for you now, the story is straight.


This piece was written over a decade ago,
and originally published December 6, 2000

3 thoughts on “Desolation

  1. Great story Sister! …now her tales of her loved one will never have to be heard again…only hellish screams, but now you can rest peacefully! 🙂


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