Crash my naivety some more. Prove to me again and again that there are no goddesses. That I have been fooling myself. I have come to you over and over, like the dog that loves to be kicked, to be shown again how false are all my illusions. This is the year when I lose all my innocence and it seems I’m fated to learn from you who I love the most. I have grown beyond jealousy, beyond sad reproach, beyond gagging nausea, I have gone beyond the shell shocked survivor’s silence. All my tics have ceased.
Inspite of all this, I cannot say goodbye to my dream, kiss the last of you and accept goddesses do not exist anymore. I have tried and tried. God knows how many raised glasses in the night I have raised promising with the last bitter swallow that burns my throat, I will not be a fool anymore, I will not be a believer longer. I will delete your pictures, remove your number from my phone book, stop answering your mail because I know, I know, you show me everyday, there are no goddesses left. Yet still I look. Still I search. I come back. I keep coming back.
5 responses to “Fall Of The Goddesses”
Zack
August 27th, 2007 at 20:15
Or the dog who goes back to his vomit…or the scorpion who stings the frog midway the stream, cuz that’s his nature! Isn’t it fascinating that which always compels people to go back? Perhaps the pain and healing is in the irony, or vice-versa. You tell us!
The 27th Comrade
August 28th, 2007 at 05:07
Like a dog that likes to be kicked? 😮
Merde Finer lines, here.
tumwijuke
August 28th, 2007 at 18:55
Goddesses still exist. They are just turning their backs on your supplications. Sacrifice another goat, maybe you will find Yashoda waiting on your return.
scotchie!
September 2nd, 2007 at 02:38
hmmm. I see.
just how do we define a Goddess exactly?
lulu
September 6th, 2007 at 13:10
nostalgic… are you going thru this a ‘moment’?