She Was
She was;
enchanted by midnight, elated by one.
She was;
elevated near two, cursing the Sun.
She was;
bewitched by three, dreaming 'til five.
She was;
disillusioned at Sunrise, that she was alive.
She was;
tattered by morning, no place near the light.
She was;
never herself, except in the night.
Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs
3 AM
Solace near 3 AM, lulled by still nothingness. Yesterday's noose loosens and dissipates into the night sky like scattered stars. The dire, disquiet of morning has yet to present on the blackened horizon. Lying in limbo, she is spared this fleeting and solitary moment of tranquility.
Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs
Fate
Cold steel, sweaty hand, drunken Devil slumbered. Bad luck, jammed up, Devil kept his number. Sent to kill an Angel, slighted object of his rage. Bloodied hammer earned him eighteen years inside a cage. Even from his prison cell, he whispered in her ear. Letters sent, his message meant for her to live in fear. Tormented, she'd rewind that night she'd nearly stole his breath. Lucky Devil never knew he'd narrowly cheated death.
Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs
For Sinead
Everybody loved you, when you sang of how love grows. Years pass by, they disappeared and that's how the story goes. You stole the admiration of a lover, took his name. Brought him children and they loved you, you loved them just the same. Seasons changing, felt your circumstances start to twist. Dark slips in, your nails cut into your angry fist. Mad the dark has dimmed your world, the fog distorts your view. Strangers stare, where once stood the family that you knew. Your reflection like a puzzle, your smile is a mask. 'How long will you indulge your sadness', he coldly asks. The answer slips your mind as he's packing his suit case. All this time, don't dare rewind, hoping to erase. Now the room, your solitude, a prison in your head. Days are short and night grows long, you rarely leave your bed. Your singing voice now only used to recite all of your pain. Hoping they will hear your cry and love you once, again.
Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs
6 Inches
City night walkin', city street talkin', smooth like concrete. Steps tall like she owns them, dances hot on the beat. Her presence is thunder, storm six inches high. Eyes follow her toe up her calf to her thigh. Six inches below, their words make no sound. Slips on her stilettos, worries left on the ground.
Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs