Love, Torn
monogamy ...
shredded by actuality
there, on the cold cotton sheets
lay the discarded remnants of my pride
torn into shameful shards and ragged strips of infidelity
and hidden deep within the shadow of a broken heart
no draft of recompense would be worthy barter
nor apt or artful atonement ... not anymore
I'd spied the cur's face, you see
the blackguard's gaze had found me upon escape
and returned it, did I, with exacting ire
alas, had it the force of a bullet, (oh, haste!)
naught but ruin would have stained those moments
those far-too-brief-but-endless caught-in-the-act moments
yet such looks are only messages, not weapons
besides, it was she with the bloody apron
she who held the blade, firm ... steady
who drew its rusty edge across my heart, and thrust ...
he ... merely twisted it.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "One In Four" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
(Line chosen - "Within the shadow of a broken heart")
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