Body in Water
A poem
My memories remaining young
while my body decays,
the beginnings of pains,
my bloodied fingertips
carrying your sharpest words.
The waters ate
your body today,
your slow death over, no victory
as the war ended.
‘the drying of a rose’.
My tears fed the sand beneath
my bruised feet
in lust or alone,
expectations tempered, the body steeled,
the brain still raw,
the images of you moving through the room
your shouts and insults, the flowers on your grave,
the need for therapy refused and ignored, self isolating.
Your curse
still remains
and it is strong,
its tendrils hold me on cold nights,
sees me refuse food, sees me stashing every penny,
sees me nearing burnout, white knuckles
burning flesh,
the pain is still fresh, unknown feelings
still stick to my heart like
icicles, no power…