1 Delilah's Vignette



They'll never know,

everyone I see,

traces me back to him.

Computers, spies,

people.

They all know.

They won't let me get over,

this guilt,

it's haunting me,

making me old before my time.

Why can't I be beautiful forever?

Pressed like a flower,

never changing,

never wilting.

Pure,

snowy white.

They know I'll never be that way.

The dust on the shelf collects,

my bones start to crack.

Every time,

I see a man,

I remember,

heartbreak, anguish, guilt.

Pain.

Bad memories,

Overwhelming.

Samson,

1.1 he would've been beautiful forever.

The shearing,

meticulously,

methodically depleting the strength.

I'll never be forgiven,

yet I'll always be alone.