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.


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