*Written for day 13 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: A "love" or "anti-love" poem.
I'm through with love,
said she, tossing her
gloves down on the table
through waiting by the
telephone for the call
that never comes, through
with sighing her sighing, dying
breath and deconstructing
the actions and inactions of
another, endlessly. Through. I've had
a belly full of aches to
last me a century or more
Through.
1 comment:
Great! I feel the passion in this one! Gretchen
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