She. (Rebellious Portrait)

she isn’t sorry.

tap tap tap
she attacks the tabletop
relentlessly;
blue-painted missiles target
oiled hazelnut craftsmanship
in staccato rhythms.

she isn’t sorry.

she looks at me, a pink bubble
growing
between cherry lips ~
growing, Growing;
defiance in her stare,
challenge extended;
(GROWING)
tap tap tap

POP

the pink-smeared smile
doesn’t touch her
(tap tap tap)
eyes.
her tongue snakes out,
gathers
the sticky, playful rebellion.
teeth start chomping again.

she leans back with a huff,
old chair complaining
at the sudden movement.

she isn’t sorry.

tap tap tap
i wait.

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Brian Miller over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to focus on the details today… an interesting challenge.
Come join us at the bar!