Sincerely, Jennifer x

Rain has run,

but the storms remain.

The witching hour wades through the warring ocean towards me,

with dark, dramatic eyes that I know I should fear,

but I just gaze back, with glassy indifference.

I cannot die,

because I have just purchased diamonds,

and they will arrive in two days,

to rest on my restless hands,

while I write another eulogy for myself.

I have no child,

nor a lover,

nor proof of my own existence,

but I have the ring of a beloved woman,

packaged and prepared to meet me,

and that will have to do.

The late night winds told me that the world has been waiting for a girl like me,

but I chose not to be the chosen one,

too tired,

physically, and of myself.

I slept, and sensed no change in the angered air.

Just my luck.

Just my pattern.

I had a dream last night,

where a dragon kept me as her prisoner,

hoarded and held to her breast, like gold,

taught to kiss as time ticked by,

bewitched and bridal as the rain returned,

with no apology and lots of curiosity.

I fall at her feet,

pathetically devoted,

and she cups my face in her claws,

whispering and whistling until I am enchanted,

enraptured,

but then I awake,

trapped in the same stolen moments every night.

I found my sweetheart in the arms of a friend,

and I shrugged,

because twas ever thus,

and I never trusted her anyway,

never loved,

never liked,

never spoke a true word, with these trembling, terrified lips,

dining at dawn on dreams full of dragons, diamonds and death, with my demons.