Every Thunderous Falsehood

The light in her life dimmed
and failed,
dissociating
places she knew
without needing to see:
the half-empty cup of tea placed
unconsciously
on the corner of the table,
next to
the phonebook
she never used,
in view of the mirror
given only to reflecting
bad feelings,
by the curiously silent phone;
all these receded
into featureless shadows.
But her ears heard
every thunderous falsehood
uttered
in thirty five years.
© 14 March 2007, I.D. Carswell