Fucking cunt!
It was more a discovery
than a declaration.
Vile breakthrough!
Kamikaze insult.
Burnt words,
like soot
on the roof
of my mouth.
I try to spit them out.
Coughing, retching,
choking on them.
I manage a weak retort
and slam the door
with a vengeance.

Leaving may not have been the easy thing,
but it was the best way to well again.
I hadn’t many options then,
and the least of them was absence.
So I went.
A subtle offer,
innuendo on allusion,
led me to another bed.
And you were through with me
for the time being,
so what is lost
was far from innocence?

02/18/2003

Author's Note: Written in response to criteria as follows: Poem should be 2 stanzas, no more than 10 lines each. First stanza using hard words and the second using soft words. Good luck and have fun!

Posted on 02/19/2003
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