She awoke today
after being in bed for a week,
stretched and opened her curtains
to the sunlight...not very bright,
so she would make her own.
She called the tanning parlor
and went to bask in warmth.
Today was the day she would
forget about him, cleanse him
away like a long-fought disease.
He was doing nothing but
bringing her down, and
she was worth more than that.
She played her favorite music
as she cleaned her house,
detoxicated it from
his lingering spirits.
She went to the store
in search of things pure.
She would rinse away
his essence with fresh
fruits and newly-cut
roses, not bland white
or even blood-red, but
the tropical colors,
symbolic of Spring,
new life.
She exercised, danced
across the living room floor,
remembered the ancient ways
she was capable of moving
her curvy body...
took a long bubble bath,
indulged herself at
the clothing store
with a cotton-candy
pink skirt, flowered
blouse, then~why not?~
the cerulean blue ring
she'd been eyeing at
the jewelry store that
reminded her of the sky.
She would not think of him,
was done talking about him.
It was his loss.
Her heart was hardened.
She gave him all her love,
and it left her drained,
beaten and broken.
So, she flipped it over,
metaphorically and symbolically
to the shimmering side, the one
that somebody else could
surely see the good in.
She took a big deep breath
and steadied herself
to put it on display,
to learn how to laugh
once again.
