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Self-Involvement
by S.J. TylerBusy, busy rushing woman
Skitters past a ball of feathers
Trapped in a cage
Painted on the asphalt
Matted and sticky with red glue
Glue holding together what remains
Clumps scattered between the bars
Of the cage
And tire marks
Right through the mess
Smudges cover so much ground
Stiletto punjies stabbing
Carelessly, unnoticing
If the pieces came back to life at that moment
They would be struck down
Still and cemented in that cage once more
And she doesnt even see them
While I almost get hit by a car
Stopping to study
The pulp of what a poor soul leaves behind
Before it tried to descend to a better world
Only to be drudged back here
Let go and then flung back once more
In a constant cycle of the teased and damned
It could be me
Ignored and flattened
A carcass waiting to be set free
And noticed
Not walked upon
Allowed to bleed freely, and not cling to the blood that would be my own death
As a camouflage and shield from the self-involvement
Self-centric stilettos that click across the street
Using the white cage bars
As a ladder
On which she will descend
And if lucky enough
The pulp may follow
On the soul of her shoe
05/17/2003 Posted on 08/19/2003
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
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