Your Pupils Don't Match Mine

I guess you saw my smoke signals, 

whisping and ebbing thin through 

the wrought iron fence that held 

our hands together. 

Rusty and jailed, 

creaking sooty against my glass ring, 

something begrimed and dungy 

that I held onto like a last exhale. 

But you never saw my first scar.

You never saw him pretend to drive off the road 

just to spite me, 

or the spitting lies between his white teeth 

that bit me like ten thousand adders. 

Mind poisoned, I hid in this cocoon for 

seven years - 

how long is that if I know not 

how long now is? 

I was in love with pursuit, 

I was in love with unspoken tension - 

I didn't really want yours. 

Evil is as evil does, 

and you married into the wrong hell.

Reviews

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

and this one is just awesome.... I am reading it again

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This poem is so well-expressed. Dark, scathing brilliant imagery-"spitting lies between his white teeth that bit me like ten thousand adders."- profound line. "You married into the wrong hell."-again brilliant. Loved this!