Killing Cupid

Cupid is Latin for desire

The evidence was perfectly clear

Of uncontrollable desire

Of trouble

Trickled in

Since the start

Shredded silk like wild hair

Feathers whirling

Wood splintered useless

Purple stained

Lion

Ox trampled

Arrow heads a million glinting shards on the floor

Steaming

Shattered glass

Confessed to the throttling that had gone on here

As delicate vases of philter leaked sticky love in honeyed puddles

So clear

He had been here mere moments before

Among the hurricane of torn photos

Smashed love songs, love tokens

Erotic promised curls of ink on paper

As one golden butterfly restfully beat its wings in the corner

Of the tempest’s aftermath

Listening to angels whispering

You have killed him, you killed Cupid.