Beneath plastered red lips and a violent presence
Lies a woman that drowns in her precedence
She needs not a necktie to reign
She needs not a man to see her sane.
He ties his noose a little loose
Around his neck he calls for a truce
But he settles in his suit jacket
And cries for the truth.
She wraps it around her hand
A bandaged remembrance of his command
She stares at what her world has become
Humdrum strums of the world she’s come from.
He bows his head realizing what he had done
He had written the short ending to what he begun
A slackened necktie and a woman lost
Left to wallow,
Amidst scotch glasses and Robert Frost
She was a force within herself and he nothing
Stunning, stunting, something
Remains in those rattled bones
A simple silk mistake to condone.
Copyright © 2015 Anisa Nasir
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Author’s Note: I wrote this poem for an assignment in a creative writing class, however, it is still very much a piece I love. Thus, I’ve decided to share it with you all because I do love the use of symbolism in this piece. I hope you enjoy!