Bitterness

The man blew in like sin

like a leaf teased by the wind

she was almost asleep, again

the man skittered in like

shoe leather scrapes a street

like summer cool and

winter heat he blew in

she was almost asleep, again

he blew in and shed

his clothes, laid down beside

her as a bag of bones

he blew in

she was almost asleep, again

he was warm beneath their

blanket of lies

but there was a bitterness

behind her eyes.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes a person can only take so many lies
Love this poem

[JR]

Thanks! I was challenged by a friend to write a poem based on the last line above... pretty pleased with how it turned out. Thanks again for the read!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

No problem
Thanks