Saturday 18 October 2014

Variable Rate

No lightness is worth this,
Not on the days when you’re hunched over,
Broken,
Like the doll she left behind,
When her youthful days were over and fading,
When smears of red, smudge against chapped lips
And the back of dirty hands.

It is too much,
A price no person in their right minds
would be willing to fork out,
Yet you do.
Time and time again.

The interest of a debt
that was never yours in the first place,
Still you pay,
APR mounting, insurmountable,
And lightness has turned to dark,
A mass to keep you rooted,
Tied down.

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