Deionized Water


She is slowly backing away
From the creature caught in her light
She is avoiding sudden movements,
Which might cause it to frighten, bolt
Perhaps to even run into her, again

For me, the creature is hapless and forlorn
All of it’s spark, it’s mineral-spirit, has drained
Away over the years
Like purified water, it has no charge at all.

She wishes it would lay down, but
Of course it will follow her all the days
Mimicking her walk, her upside-down smile.

It follows her path of least resistance
Ever since she took its heart in her hands
And held it only briefly,
like an inexpensive prize won at a country fair.


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