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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

For Loren

What was it that you wanted 
when you took me to your side
made as to soothe me   help me heal?  
What happened to the man who 
brought a waterfall of 
laughter cascading down 
the front of my dress
poked a tiny hole in 
my heart so a trickle
of tenderness could drip in
fold itself around my 
oozing wound born of loss?
What made you want me to 
fuck your lover then turn
on us when you thought 
I had   a viper spewing
flames of hatred   vitriol
meant to burn out my core
corrode the embryonic
seeds of healing there?
Serpent that you are   you’ve 
begun slithering 
circling me as new prey
forgetting you molted 
cast me off   so much   
dry skin baking in the sun.

You dare to approach me
take my hands as though
you have a right and

I jerk them back.
Waterfalls of laughter 
long forgotten   dismissed 
as bait to lure me to 
your writhing nest of madness
I stare you in the eye
smooth my dress   brush past you
and wipe my hands on the hem.
© cj Schlottman
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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