Herbert Nehrlich - At Her Lowest

Herbert Nehrlich - At Her Lowest

The sheets were black br perhaps a vivid sign br about the state of it, br why praise the Lord? br br She'd slept the afternoon away br and then the night, br to rise but briefly in the day br to sit and reminisce, br inspired by the cold br of yet another toilet seat. br br They called, those who still cared. br All friends had scattered though, br since she turned penniless; br a pale and haggard skeleton, br fine portrait of her anorexic days. br br There was a silence now, br no clock that ticked, no calls, br text messages were out for now, br she could not know about the state br of one small battery, devoid of life. br br And for the first and only time she snored, br a rhythm not without appeal br to spirits from the other side, br and to the silence of a life that hung br like spiderwebs from brittle twigs br as if deciding to descend and find the end br to what had been a mountain of sheer pain. br br She had no drugs, they would not sell br to one so destitute, there was no charity. br And so she slept and all her troubles had br escaped through dusty drapes into the night. br br The Gods had seen it all and pondered it, br her case was somewhat sad, perhaps unique. br And thus, they smiled their little smiles and let it be, br and she awoke that day and knew she would be free.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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