She hurt me bad...
Just left me there,
Standing mid-stream
With a hot, thick profusion
Leaking from the hole in my chest,
Turning the already tea-stained water
A deeper shade of red.
Yes, she hurt me bad.
It is spring but, for the first time,
I cannot hear the river's calling.
' Just stand there eviscerated...
Remembering her words,
Remembering the color of her hair on linen
(Like last-years pine needles in snow).
Remembering her laugh,
The sounds of her sultry voice.
The intoxicating scent of woman.

01/13/2011

Author's Note: Women can do this you know...

Posted on 01/13/2011
Copyright © 2025 Austin Halling-Rowe