Coup de grâceA Poem by Serianacoup de grâce
All the rest of the evening my heart ached with the deepest regret I knew would pass upon the light of mourn.
Then came the awake, the blood rushing in voluminous waves back to my pulse, the panic of your emptiness crippling me. The ache cemented itself inside…
What did I do?
I spent the day in fidgets, like a doped-up hamster going, going, going. In my mind you were everywhere, in everything, doing all the sordid things my mind conjured and more, and worse. I wretched, and cried until there was nothing left but the aching throb in my head.
At my request you went away. Left, gone, leaving the silence still… between our patterns. Now… they must change, our patterns. Again.
Who says the withdrawer is better off? Who says the leaver has it easy? Who says the retreater must not feel? Reasons…unique and personal led to this path… And I’m standing at these crossroads of gold, but there’s no Kingdom of Oz here.
Only silence…
And the pulsating scream of my chosen aching heart. © 2020 SerianaFeatured Review
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