Eclipsed

Word prompt: Eclipse


Eclipsed


Acknowledgement was bare

She wasn’t there for him to care;

She was for show

The butt of jokes;

Her light eclipsed

By tar-black “wit”

His flippant pitch

Too much to bear

She bit her lip;

She wasn’t there.


She wasn’t there,

She was eclipsed.


She didn’t speak;

Shame rendered meek

Contempt cut cruel

Cast her the fool

For years and years

The jibes, the jeers

The public show

The private blows

Poisonous quips

From sneering lips

And through it all

She bit her lip;

She wasn’t there.


She wasn’t there,

She was eclipsed.


But then an utterance 

Fell from that bit lip;

Stilted stuttering

Milky white

At first,

Then brighter

Still tight

Still terse

But fiercer; 

Lips taut archer’s bow

Arrow loaded

Voice held low:


“No”


Him: slack jawed 

But she had more;


Warming to her fight

Ignoring rage clouds in his eyes

Sunlight gleaming through her skies

And she said:


“NO”


“No more hiding in your shadows

No more darkness

And your shallowness

No more me mild-mannered meek

Always seeking your approval

Your swift removal from my life

Is all I want to see”


“I. Said. No.”


Mel White 2026

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