Anna Karenina

Anna Karenina

My love. My life line, and if I was to cut it
The weight of the world, my life,
Solid as metal, harsh as steam, would hit me
I’d fall
Fall

I feel the pressure,
The eyes, scorn, the judgment
My life is my own to live, And I choose to love
I am fighting a one manned battle
Human enough to fight

And I am Beautiful to win. And I do win
Beautiful enough not to need friends, a husband to hold me down
I fidget, I falter

The guilt burns me, bites at my face, my conscience
But my lust, need, cools the cheek I must turn
A cheek I turn willingly
To one man, one man only

But am I one woman, or one in a hundred
I wear a glass mask, but is it to shatter?
Vronsky, A word lovingly muttered from my mouth, my dead mouth.
It twists, in agony. An agony i feel when his presance is lost.
Do you love me? Need me at all?

My hunger, my need, goes once again unsatisfied
My heart race increases,
And the only way to slow it down is to stop it
To feel the cold of the track on my feet
Does it need to be stopped.