Rage.
January 18, 2008 by Gertrude
I left him.
but not before he could leave me–
three years ago
and still
not one week ago today
she was back in my life…
I can’t remember a time
so much anger filled my body
fingertip corks
removed
leaving rage to flow
like wine
red red wine
nausea tears through me
imagined in my mind
thoughts only people on edges of reality
dare to think
I was fine with never knowing her
and she found me
oceans away
again and again
like a dog
kept on an invisible leash
feeling the voltage
knifing my side
if I dare get too far from where she needs me to be
to feel safe
with him.
I am not big enough
to hope he doesn’t hurt her
again.
She deserves it.
