Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Poetry- "Intramural"

Photo Courtesy of Artist: Yeharoy

by: Jennifer Ann Margaret Patino

I don't know what to do with this
planate rhetoric,
courteous conversation,
farewells of foreboding
and you

I will never know what to do with you

Plastered on transgressions
melded with
complacency and
(freckle sized even)
moments of compassion

It was attraction,
retraction, minimal action
and satisfaction that drew you to me

It was my crying in sleep
that made you murderous

What became of us?

I flew across rooms,
became accustomed to floors
and slammed doors
I screamed
I begged
I fled

You won
Because you're in me

My light doused,
I live to forget

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