Eyes Glued Shut
Droplets redder than Beaujolais
Speckled the new bone-white carpet
And glued the eyes wider shut
Froth does not cloak the glass shards
larger than silver dollars
Each sharper than a lions prong
Piercing and tearing soft tissue
It might as well have been my heart
I thought she was my haven, sanctuary
Refuge from evil gods and sometimes from good
Who was I to trust?
Sugar
It melts in your mouth
yet leaves a sour after-taste
One times two
And two times three
Shame and more shame on me
Damn Fool
Stare at those stitches
And the bare muscles exposed
I smile and grimace
She says they were self inflicted
Maybe they were
And maybe they were not
She used to have a name
It used to be Elena
Now she has none
She used to have a face
Now she has none
As she was -- she is gone
Bye her – hello tiny bubbles
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