Tuesday, November 24, 2009


It was your custom to be angry.
When all else failed you left me a piece of silence
Silence that tore itself open
Silence that buried into me
Maggot infested, festering silence
Punishment meted out.
A month would pass and I would hear no word from you
Scrawling your name in cigarette stubs
I imagined you
Somehow better off without me
My scabby heart a tarnished jewel amongst all your treasure caskets
In silence I was rendered mute
Slave to the dial tone
Waiting for release,
You cast me off in that wasteland
Forgot my hiding place
Without apology or reason
This dumb wreck at your bidding.

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