September 8, 2009

The Suffering

This one started with a thought ('a woman swollen with love poems') and flourished from there...

The Suffering

The night is deep and wide -
An artery
Pulled and bleeding

Tonight is a dirty mirror
and he is a man
staring into the face of someone who
once loved a woman
swollen with love poems

She was a damsel - in wreck
And he wore armor for just one night

After the fire
He was no hero
Just dessert
Merely a line in one of her poems
blood on her teeth

He did not put up a fight
welcomed the suffering

At daybreak,
she grew wings
and left
But not empty-handed

She took a rib.

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