By dvargen        giardino@yahoo.com
Date: 6 February 1999

ritual

down on my knees,
her glossy eyes stare through me
as i begin the ritual.
to make the sacrificial offering
at the altar of my broken heart.
she returns my longing gaze but does not see me.
you, at least, were kind enough to be cruel,
poisoning with your venomous barbs,
reminding me i'm alive by slowly killing me.
her beautiful two-dimensional eyes turn me to stone.

i turn the page.