[Poem] And I, like Jezebel

The white-washed walls 

With its huge glass windows, 

Overlook the turquoise seas, 

Ruffled by the winds. 

The pendulum in the hall, 

Had a great fall, 

Thudding mercilessly, 

The grounds shook loudly. 

Tears in mascara-ed eyes, 

Rimmed with redness; 

A wine is all I need,

If you wouldn't leave my head. 

Calmness and calamities, 

They take their turns, 

Invading my life, 

Mirror of your wreckage. 

And I, and I, 

Am left feeling like Jezebel; 

Abandoning my Yahweh, 

To worship you my Asherah.

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