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Irrevocable (little death)
by Vikki Owenswe spoke in tongues
for the length and breadth
of what we felt was a marriage
but was actually death.
la petite mort was fine,
but as you cross that line into vows
you come to understand how
irrevocable sighs
make you die inside. 12/17/2010 Posted on 12/18/2010
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 12/18/10 at 03:10 PM I love your use of 'le petite mort'. All marriage is a little death that we are either reborn into something greater or lose a bit of ourselves to death. |
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