Wednesday, January 9, 2013

devil

her with her fiery red hair: she is the devil.
her:
with your warm snake - once mine - coiled about her neck:
her!

with your mouth clenched tight, I heard you.
HER.
the truth moves across the rocky, broken-down terrain that is my heart to find me, to hold me, to soothe me.
truth holds my hand as I weep.

my fingertips have never felt so cold.