fuzzy food in fridge
flushed today
smell lingers
can it be washed away?
desperate house plants
bought with good intentions
gave up ghosts through kitchen window
carcasses remain
breakfasts of cold toast and peanut butter
outside, a sanctuary of thistles
inside, the dark imbues the body bones
absorbed in daily doses
just enough to quell
thoughts that foment rebellion
these I gave to you, I think.
my remembered lover
my old optimist
my partner of journey
my willing prisoner
spurn me now
for I have killed you
the worst of all crimes
a spirit stilled
melancholic
Woow. I love this poem, Lee. You nailed it. One of my many favorites!
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Melancholic seems to be the order of the day…short dreary days make me want to hibernate! Liked your poem though 🙂
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