Encounter

A free verse poem, edging on the abstract.

He spoke a truth; I ate the lie.
He gave me his word; I gagged on the hollow promise.
He touched me; my skin crawled.
He kissed me; his breath was foul.
He spat his sins in my face; I absorbed them, bore them.
He held me; my heart stuttered
He looked at me; his eyes were empty.
He loosed his hold; I moved to him.
I grasped his hand; it was clammy, chilled.
He pulled away; I tightened my grip.
He begged for release; I ignored his pleas .
He whispered, “Why?”; I would not hear.
I struck him down; he was still.
I mouthed “Amen” and turned away.

Author's Note

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