Aug 01, 2016 03:24
Tears pulled out of me like the puss bursting from a heroin abscess.
Repress the pain.
Drought the reign
of Emotion over my life.
King Feeling, commanding me to my knees.
Knighting me in suffering.
Tardy and in arrears,
draining tariffs in tears.
Face holding like stone.
Jowls with no more than a whisper of quivering.
Sobbing would be melodramatic.
Your better half buried years ago.
The other portion in another 6-9 months.
The 3rd-given half gone after less than one.
Repress the pain.
Drought the reign
of Emotion over my life.
King Feeling, commanding me to my knees.
Knighting me in suffering.
I'm half him and half her,
half gone and half sure
that the allure of full-spurn love
coalescing in time
is as likely as candied brine.
She'll die.
You'll shatter your hand again on something hard.
The pain will obscure the storm clouds
while another abscess thrives.