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By Lydia Date: 2002 Dec 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.17.13.31.5523]] |
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I stand before the mirror, run clean through with your sword. Lost is my glow to cheek and arch of brow. All cleverness is swirling down the drain. This dramatic moment be forever captured in iris and cornea. Yet, only I see the bright blood. How dare romance dance away the night and leave me slumped in the corner come day. Damn the heave of my breast that brought you to my bed. Curse the round hips, full thighs. I am now just the cage of a woman. With your touch, I never will know another. From your heat, I am burned. Alas, I continue to bleed. Look at my skin; sallow and creviced from age. I loved you. I gave of myself to you. I thought love was the prize. |