It wouldn’t take a moment To slice a life away A knife sits poised above my wrists The veins are blue and raised. Peculiar that earlier It sliced the veg to eat This knife that now so threatens Provided me replete. Yet now it stands here ready To do its certain harm It would take … Continue reading Slice
Category: Bitterness
The Wound
This thing between us was Fun and light A summer day in my life I bathed myself in your sun Embraced someone Far from his wife Open hearted soft The sweet kiss of Little death Your delicious gift Was transitory A moment’s starry breath For you remained True to an ideal Of union … Continue reading The Wound
