I lie next to you in the partial darkness
Lit by a single bulb hanging from a cable
I watch you sleep in a permanent slumber
Your body cold with a rigid disdain
No longer a raging rhythm pounding
in your heart of cruel intention
Silenced are the words you shouted to beshit me
Leaving you breathless never to be voiced again.
The conceit reflected in your beauty
Fades with each ticking moment
The weight of time we spent together
measured in ounces
Never equated to a pound of love
Your threats of abandonment
Leaving me alone without regret
will never be realized
Made certain by the keen edged blade
of my knife
When I slit your delicate throat.
Judge Santiago Burdon
©2018
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