Wednesday, October 10, 2012

to hate


I've been circling around the word for weeks
a vulture, conservative and chary
scaling and skimming the air, sliding and gliding toward you

Is the body still fresh?
Is she breathing?
are you alive?

weak and woozy from the dive
I soar upward beyond all reach
the stench rises with me

you are dead and rotting
grotesque irregular curves
devious, sinuous, torturous

a carcass impressed upon memory
scorched into skin
I cannot escape it

I see you waking and sleeping
leave me alone.
I do not want you.




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