It’s time. That time of the day
When I should sleep away.
But I don’t. I just lie here on the edge
Of the empty, unmade bed
With my hands like a noose
Dangling in the air…. And dripping
Red and warm blood, so different from yours.
But do you still have it? In your veins?
Or has it all dried away leaving you as hollow
As you left me on a winter cock-crow.
In the slaughter house where my pieces were sold.
And you watched as he bought them to feed his bitches.
He? No. This one’s about you and that ungodly visit
To you new bedroom.
Are bats and owls still your only companion?
Are they somehow better than I, and all you left behind?
With the neck of my white gown slipping off my shoulder
And hair tussling with the wind and dust
My bare feet made their way you to your bed-
Scraping themselves as desperation drags them forward.
After sneaking through the guarded door- or was it gate?
We had dug it for you just weeks ago
I had begged them not to though
I had jumped in with you but they pulled me out.
I had tried so many times to reach you
But I always wake up in a different kind of white room.
Anyway, I stumble till the hump and fall over you
And clawed and dug to remove the filthy quilt over you.
I though it must be suffocating you.
I wanted to slip in too and lie with you
I kept digging with my naked hands,
As stone slashed my innocent flesh
And mud intruded my virgin wounds.
“Wake up” “wake up” I screamed and screamed
And they came, but you didn’t
And again they pulled me away.
From you and him.
Mother said he was not for me
She was right. She also said you loved me
But then why did you leave me? She lied.
I had made my way to the graveyard
In the middle of the night.
I stealth like a snake that was you
You always had a devil in you
I was quite taken by it.
You? Where have you come from now?
It’s about him and the way he had done
Just what you chose to do merely a decade later.
He was swallowed by the darkness
You chose to inject me with. And now I’m dripping red
Hoping it would take out the black as well.
You see, I have loved only two men in my life
One died; the other left
And I don’t know which hurts more.