DIVORCE
Through mirror’d
days and passing dreams
when things are
not quite as they seem,
she made her way
on slippered feet
toward the
yawning pit of grief.
There was no
time for clear-drawn sight,
the world was
shawled, there was no light
and time held
breath as if to curse
the hope and
trust for which she yearned.
And in a moment,
falling still
Love screamed
and threw herself to hell
for in the
knowing that pain brought
the mirror
shattered … all was lost.
Upon the dregs
and dross of self
she lay and
keened, and cruelly wept
for all the
truths and lies that lay
upon the barren,
broken way.
And by her sat
the dark-drawn bride,
touched withered
hands to brittle pride
and called in
crooning voice so sweet
for woman, drawn …
herself to meet.
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