a thousand breaths,
a million utterances, do not escape
my lips upon the falling of the sun.
caught. They’re caught inside
the bleeding; the ripping; the tearing;
the stinging pings of the tiny cracks
as they chisel their way along
the small sculptured heart of glass,
held within it’s gilded silver cage.
Extended wings are broken, fractured,
Twittering pitifully, they flutter
Helplessly, wrenched to the lowest point
Naught, but by my vile, traitorous tongue.
Inimical; Disinclined; and balking,
Wicked horror. color fades behind my lips
And blood flows to rim my mouth,
Silent. I sew my lips shut, it cannot be known.
Willingly bile and blood swallowed: Water and strychnine.
Retrospect replaces regret; though, it will never fade
Only sweets from your gentle word will
Negate ignorance from scarring.
Gentle; caressing; longing touch
Illegitimate reasons, rash thoughts lead to
Miserable encounters and a rush of bitter agony.
Stabbed quickly; accepted without scorn
Or so appearances would have led me to believe
Recalcitrant heart; oh whore of my soul
Reeking of lies and putrid desire,
Yes, with judgment misplaced
Instant and merciless, fate prostituted her proud hatred
Lying to the woman in the mirror, you were relinquished to her
“Only memories” she said, will you keep.
Vindictive, it is, for fate is a cruel creature
Even she cannot resist jealousy
Yet still, into the dark abyss…please do not say it
Only in my arms may you speak it…
Understand…that I never, my love, wanted it to end…