Fraying

Fraying

A stain, dark red,

Spreads across our sheets.

I cry. You sigh.

Wrapped in Shetland wool

We pull at sutures.

A cigarette pouts

In a corner of my mouth.

You stub yours out.

Hazy sunlight filters through

Our dusty netted curtains

Like a memory.

Everything’s just threads and threads.

It was summertime, I saw you smile,

Heat so wonderful it would make one bleed

When in a burst to torrent flood of love

We clutched on silvered bench

Till daylight soaked in subterfuge

leaked from our blackened lungs.

Now we lie in a pool of blood,

A world of pain blurred.

A cloud of smoke hangs

above us like

Words.