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Arsenic

by Amy Niggel

Arsenic in hand
but the old lace is still in the drawer
hidden away as it has been for years now
she thinks of times when love was all she needed
all she wanted
all she was
and how he came into her life
and passion flowed like milk and honey
and other such viscuous sweet fluids.
Now all thats left is the the stains on the mattress
reminders of someone else's love
that seems so far away now.
Was she ever really there
was she ever really his
was she ever really her?
She can't remember now
and this lack of history is what leaves her the courage
to jump that great divide between the worlds
and go ask the truly important questions
to the only one who can answer them.
Love died a long time ago
and now she chooses to follow it.

04/06/2004

Author's Note: Yeah ok don't know where this one came from it just sorta happened....

Posted on 04/06/2004
Copyright © 2021 Amy Niggel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rula Shin on 04/06/04 at 04:05 PM

A very hopeful poem in my view, "lack of history...leaves her...courage to jump that great divide between the worlds...Love died...long...ago...now she chooses to follow it" - I like how you question the past you can't seem to remember and then become assertive at the end...non questioning. Lovely read! :-)

Posted by Rula Shin on 04/06/04 at 04:06 PM

forgot to add...attempting to undo the old associations...

Posted by Richard Vince on 04/06/04 at 09:44 PM

well, i'm very glad it did happen. it's marvellous. very nicely done.

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