· Poetry · 1 min read
A short, unsparing poem about a confession delivered too late and too honestly.
her lips
wine soaked and wanton
fought valiantly against
every effort of mine
to silence her
crude confessions
of midnight liaisons
and impending
conjugal indifference
A single, aching image of neglect as a bottomless pool.
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