SLITHERY HOPE 2

Little buds of perspiration popped up on her forehead, they pooled up and slowly rolled south the left side of her face…tickling and trickling down the fact that she’s been holding on for a while now…her palms all red and raw, eyes haunted by what they saw. Everyone always wants more, we try and try to stop everything from becoming a bore; alcohol, drugs and sex are ways out… easy deadly ones. A satisfactory object she’s been labelled…a sample for every new experiment, disposable matter…ordinary says it all, a loud call. She aint male, just the second act in a tale, success doesn’t patronize failure; sharp compliments the edges of a blade with allure…
 
‘The light aint stable…’ A hot iron rod prodded her mind, ‘…unpredictable’. 

It burnt in ‘uncertainty’ .Decisions twirls wildly in life’s whirlwind; materialism fakes excuses for embarrassing, shameful actions…engines of sight wins a tricky hand, the right groovy beat resonates from a wrong band…exciting yet bland.
Sweat dripped into her eyes, it stung, making them bloodshot…the weary limbs slipped down a notch, the muscles ache… ‘Oh, what pain they make.’ Letting go defies caution, but it seems to be her only option.
 
‘you’re almost there…’ echoed faintly, competing weakly with the ever scratching, disturbing noise of giving up…
the choice she made paled with the end of the tale.