She always reminded me

Of a woman at the bar,

Too sloshed, too giddy,

Too serious about all the wrong things.

She'd tremble and shake,

Groan and moan,

Foam at the mouth.

She was perceptive though.

She would look in your eyes

She could see through miles

And miles of destructive lies

Her words would cut you to pieces

Always over interested

A living martyr, ready to

Tell the lost and confused

Exactly what they should do

Her eyes would close

An oil dipped finger

Would find its way to your forehead

And she would begin to quake

Weeping would surely ensue,

Spittle forming at corners of her lips

Tongue rattling conjured sounds

Through sharp crooked yellow teeth -

Bracelets and bangles

Clanging, her arms still convulse,

Heavy with a burden of

Giving birth to a new spirit.

She labors in vain,

Because I am a miscarriage

Waiting in the wings.

There would be a gentle touch

On your shoulder

Pushing you further,

His hand awaiting your fall,

Anticipating your great

Supposed awakening.

She's like an Energizer bunny,

She just won't stop until

Your knees give out

You find yourself on the floor

As she looms above you,

Still quivering 'in the spirit'.

My spirit won't be still

In the shadow of her clamor.