Red silk loosely tied.

Breasts that are bare.

Hands hold a bowl of tea.

Eyes that blankly stare.


Lips that sip

but don’t make a sound.

Tears silently stream

and fall gently on the ground.


The bowl is drained.

The last sip taken.

Hands folded tightly

to stop them from shaking.


Empty the bowl.

Drain the heart.

Wipe the tears.

It’s a new start.


Rise up, wise up.

Heal from within.

Swallow hard

and begin again – without him.   

Poem from  Shades of Red, by the contributor.

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