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.


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.