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Thursday, January 12, 2012

A Disturbing Memory


I always liked my men edgy
And he was no exception,
Moody and sullen,
With a smile that could erase
Any misgivings from my mind.
I can’t remember exactly
What I did or what I said
That turned his tender touch brutal,
But in the space of a heartbeat
His clenched right hand
Left more than just my trust
Bloodied on the floor.

4 comments:

Mary said...

Those last four lines are heartbreaking. Hope you are free of this edgy presence.

Mary Mansfield said...

Thankfully he's been out of my life for a very long time.

MaryA said...

Very sad indeed.

ThomG said...

Wow, brutal and sad, but written so very well.