a tale told

The day be near ended.

The day be one with much thought passing, where writings the mind did fill

And on to paper spill.

The call to write 45 pages

A story intriguing to capture a moment

and in its tell the ability to be dynamic

Rather than stagnant.

The narrator has come to life and she begins the tale

Of the wrath of a woman scorned

Asking all to listen and be warned.

A tale told

Not unique…a hundred years old

Where woman are from Venus and men from Mars

even though both planets are considered heavenly stars.

Not all 45 pages successfully written

far from complete

but the story has bitten

and the protagonist be called Sal

in her story she has much to tell.

But now... it be time for me to undress

With respect to my writing no further stress.

The stars high up in the sky shine bright

My clothes come off, for they far too tight.

The mind beginning to nibble on rest hungered

In the serenity of peaceful sleep….comfort.

RB.