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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