Yesterday I took your life & it was so easy, dancing across porcelin you made it easy. Like burning worms on sidewalks, divesting bees of their wings, and crushing ants with pinkies and thumbs, later used for writing and tickling nephews. & I never wondered if you had someone to miss you. Little spider wives and eight legged babies sitting by the door, on the edge of webs waiting for your return. What would they think...would they give up hope? Like soldier wives in the constant process of holding on and letting go, releasing the tension of the months spent alone when husbands return, and tying themselves up tight when they leave agai
Yesterday I took your life & it was so easy, dancing across porcelin you made it easy. Like burning worms on sidewalks, divesting bees of their wings, and crushing ants with pinkies and thumbs, later used for writing and tickling nephews. & I never wondered if you had someone to miss you. Little spider wives and eight legged babies sitting by the door, on the edge of webs waiting for your return. What would they think...would they give up hope? Like soldier wives in the constant process of holding on and letting go, releasing the tension of the months spent alone when husbands return, and tying themselves up tight when they leave agai