below the underbelly of the stretched cat winter
claws scratch what has unraveled in the tangle
of deception, sticky on your fork tongue
I watch as you slink back into your lair
waiting for the next pawn to suckle dry
your crumbs I am no longer hungry for
they don’t satisfy my well of discontentedness
your couch no longer swallows my every cell
I gasp for air in your billowing tented ego
I dangled on your charm bracelet
I dreamt of your crooked smile
I fell twenty stories to an untimely death
from our penthouse love affair
exclusion is a crushing blow
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This is so sad……….I hope it’s just a bad dream!!
Oh sweetie, it’s half me & half Hart Crane, the poet I’m studying in my writing class…he threw himself off a boat at 32yrs old!! What do you expect??? xoxo – Ladyhawk 🙂
Don’t worry Lordy…I don’t like cruises!! Ladyhawk 🙂