How sad
How sad Not to have What I had
Hospice
You know you have days Or weeks Or months Left But there’s still a heart beating A brain working And you are still moving. But you feel dead inside. So its a relief When he smothers you with a pillow. But it’s still over. And sad.
Cuts
No one seesAll of meLike you do And when you sayI’m not enoughIt cuts through Me like a saberTaking part of meBut you’re my father
Bleeding
Like a butcher,you carefully carved my heartOut of my lifeAnd left it bleeding Her lipstick and pillsBy your bedHer blood on your sheetsMine pounds in my headAnd you left me bleeding My call for helpAnd you were engagedMy tire flatI didn’t callBecause I knew you’d failAnd leave me bleeding I know you’ll trySomeday againAnd I…
Fractured
I am notpart-timehalf-heartedfragmentedabridged. I amall inimmersedunstoppable. Take all of meOr let me go.
The basket
Unlimited capacity for holdingYour basket.And carrying the laundryPutting it away carefully.To have you rifle throughDigging out the desired memoryTo put on fresh and clean.And discard againSweaty and soiled.Like Prometheus pushing a boulder up the hill.Only this time I find her panties in the basket.And her stain on your sheets.