every4weeks

 

it hurts don’t you know

this ebb and this flow

this painful rhythm like

Buddha’s knife in the rain

that falls on my face


i am drowning inside

as it rips my heart wide

when she thoughtlessly

carelessly lovingly thrusts

her blade, hilt-deep in my bones


some lunar and lunatic cycle

of unfathomable endless cost

to one who once curled close

beside her dreams at night

it hurts don’t you know

copyright r.b.franklin

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