Havisham
*credits to Charles Dickens for the character from Great Expectations*
100 minutes or 100 hours, it wouldn’t have mattered.
The rain came cascading down, tear upon tear,
As if it had all the time in the world.
And still she stayed. Silent. While the clock ticked
Ticking away and taking away her life
Giving her wrinkles in return
Every inch of every corner was splotched with mould
The stink of decay almost over whelming
Dragging through life with her fingernails
Ripped up remains and shards of what her life was and could be.
No. Taunted like a ghost on a bridge, falling over and over until
The rain stops, and with it time. One heart pound and then another.
The flame licks the yellowed dress, greedily famishing her
Consuming the rotten corpse of her past, and her with it
Clenched in its jaws, savouring the bitter sweet taste of self destruction.
It was over as quickly as in an eternity, the fire that ate her.
With nothing but ashes and scars left after the storm.
And those too would pass in time
And she would be forgotten.
Left in her place would be the wedding dress
Mouldy burned and black
But a wedding dress nonetheless
Till that too is taken by time.
