my marriage
stinks
of old blood now,
and the crumbling
away of dried blood cells
is the dust left on
my wedding bands.
the hands i raised
to God and swore,
i crumple now to
indolent, idle, fists.

kiss me or bruise me,
just remember i exist.

i lay the days since you left
in neat rows,
cobblestones,
bread crumbs,

all that is left of you
is the time that passes
since i saw you last.

09/14/2011

Author's Note: i need to know this will end someday.

Posted on 09/14/2011
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