Stung

By Trilby Severn

Wed, 18 Sep 2013
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Acceptance
stings in
like the old damage
of church bells
tolling promises
on the key
of these
ambivalent
ears.
 
Reality is our casualty.
 
The bleary exception
of your promises
shrill, across your
pink slips-
their smoke
the upturned
white flag.
 
This is our Armistice-
an uneven peace.
 
(The slip of the gun, 
still framing your hip,
in disjointed grace)
 
Your face still blows
the gray and gold
echoing of a broken heart,
hardened by an exclusion
 
a failure,
arriving
too late.
 
I will harm you,
again.
again.
again.
and that is love's
pernicious fate.
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