Back\SLASHED\\ by Mainon A SchwartzThere were two exclamation points
Burned into her scalp like angry
Remnants of unprotected heat exposure.
Her eyes rolled wildly, two huge
Prophetic periods (announcing the end),
Lurching toward their sentencing.
No safety was to be found in punctuating
Her silence with sounds of desperation.
There was one close-parenthesis
Lingering in the shape of his lips
As he watched her swinging from one
Question mark to another, hanging
From the curve before falling
Another two inches, to the dot.
He was prepared to carve an asterisk onto
Her naked back (to mark the foot-
Note of his Possession), but she had already
Surrendered her ellipsis points of identity
(She was always made up of what was left out)
To the inevitability of his backslash.
07/25/2003 Posted on 07/25/2003 Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
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