Vermeer’s Woman in Blue
October 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Pearls tossed on the table from the night before
He had torn them off her small neck
In an act of disgust, anger, confusion
She had been fighting for so long
That she no longer cared.
He had spat in her face
Disgusted at her disfigured body
Her stretchmarks tearing apart
At her ivory skin.
The fat adding to her thighs
Her beauty was fading
She was getting old.
Was the baby even his?
As she read the letter she remained
calm. She knew the time was coming
And a sense of relief washed over her
Indifferent toward the note
Confident of herself
No longer needing a man by her side.