Monday, August 5, 2024

poetry journal May 2012

 


PAIN!

It ripples through me over the phone as I make my way up the hill, the screech of a bird so wounded she can’t even articulate rage, at least not yet, it will come later with the idea of hate

PAIN!

“Why did you abandon me?” she screeches, and I am stunned, her words as effect as a boxer’s body slow, each knocking the wind out of me so I can barely respond, each of my words coming out in small syllables: “I – don’t. I – thought, I – am – so sorry.

None adequate to heal the sound she emits, as if I have torn her heart out and at that moment, wishing had torn my own heart out instead.

PAIN!

“Why did you leave me?” she screeches and I can’t say why.



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