The Jacket

the jacket had been lying
in the same spot under the tree
for days now…
days after he was buried
hours, minutes, moments
since she cried last
vowing not to think
of a tormentor
or his toxic airs

the air was still
so much so that
movement
appeared to be a myth
leaves frozen
under imagined ice
just like her dreams

dreams she could not abandon
now they could not be revived
all that ice needs to melt
warmth re-invented
for her to live again
like she used to
once upon a time

time wheels rotated
taking her forward
now she needs to run
shed smoky shackles
till the hands of law
reached her wrist
which held a gun
for the first time
to live, not to kill

kill who lived in the jacket
jacket of respectability
wealth and honor
a camouflage
to take away whatever
semblance of sanity
she was left with

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Story Starter – Saturday Mix