View of an Attempted Murder-Suicide
by Jon-Jacob F DealIt was like a crime scene:
Her body, face-down and cooling,
One hand dangling limply
The murder weapon it had held
Now as inanimate as she
And I, from behind, the only witness
To the moment of her little death;
The convulsive shudders
The stifled screams
That took her where I could not follow--
Now the only movement
My hand on my limp sex
And the slow and steady drip
Of fluid from her wound
Into the spreading puddle on the sheet
That contains a vibrator
But none of me.
01/23/2006