~Brilliant Blue Blouse ~
She was out of place in the hotel room,
Wearing that brilliantly blue blouse,
With its neutral beige walls, and dispassionate pictures,
Of vases and unappetizing bowls of over ripe fruit,
She breathed in a sterile scent of nothingness, and a hint of rotten apple
-
There was a stark contrast between herself and the suite,
Wearing that brilliantly blue blouse,
She found that the diamond pattern on the carpet,
Made her dizzy and presented her with apparitions
‘Get out’, it told to her, ‘you don’t belong,
And so badly she believed that carpet,
-
The cleanup ladies had made her bed,
Tight……It was tucked in strenuously tight,
There was not a wrinkle or blemish in sight,
Unlike that brilliant blue blouse,
It was crumbled from travel, and stained from clumsy meals,
-
The bathroom was unbearably white,
And supplied with more towels than she’d ever need,
She stared at the fluffy inviting towels and thought at last,
‘No more’,
So she unbuttoned that brilliantly blue blouse, and violently pulled it off,
She stepped in the cold shower, still wearing her jeans,
And scrubbed herself raw with that white bar of soap,
When she came out of the shower, she was scentless like everything else,
She wrapped an off white hotel robe around her body,
On the way out of the bathroom she stepped on her brilliantly blue blouse, leaving it wet and crumbled,
And she finally belonged….
She was out of place in the hotel room,
Wearing that brilliantly blue blouse,
With its neutral beige walls, and dispassionate pictures,
Of vases and unappetizing bowls of over ripe fruit,
She breathed in a sterile scent of nothingness, and a hint of rotten apple
-
There was a stark contrast between herself and the suite,
Wearing that brilliantly blue blouse,
She found that the diamond pattern on the carpet,
Made her dizzy and presented her with apparitions
‘Get out’, it told to her, ‘you don’t belong,
And so badly she believed that carpet,
-
The cleanup ladies had made her bed,
Tight……It was tucked in strenuously tight,
There was not a wrinkle or blemish in sight,
Unlike that brilliant blue blouse,
It was crumbled from travel, and stained from clumsy meals,
-
The bathroom was unbearably white,
And supplied with more towels than she’d ever need,
She stared at the fluffy inviting towels and thought at last,
‘No more’,
So she unbuttoned that brilliantly blue blouse, and violently pulled it off,
She stepped in the cold shower, still wearing her jeans,
And scrubbed herself raw with that white bar of soap,
When she came out of the shower, she was scentless like everything else,
She wrapped an off white hotel robe around her body,
On the way out of the bathroom she stepped on her brilliantly blue blouse, leaving it wet and crumbled,
And she finally belonged….
