It wasn’t the usual dainty cry,
Where her mouth sags over and eyes roll in.
It wasn’t lamb tears that drop away
Creating a slow torturous melodrama.
It wasn’t the sadness I saw swell upon her face
That made me write here to you.
What I heard today, as I now confess,
Is the truth that shadowed my life.
Today I heard how he fucked another woman
With no remorse, where
just this once was a habitable vice.
Because of him
Her life of bronze
Could be molded into an effigy,
any second liquidated.
Today I heard the cracks that he placed
Beneath her feet, stationed there by the eruptible
Furnace, a fraudulent promise of warmth.
He incarcerated her
for ten years, solitary.
And for ten more, her reputation followed.
Today, he transposed himself,
Resigning on the dotted line.
He fled to the outskirts,
Just outside of where she resided.
She knew he was inescapable,
Youth snatched up by the devil.
When he finally set her free,
The prisoner, at last, became me.