NaPM April 17 2014

[cidermaid]

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Murder

The suspect
had been spotted
around the neighborhood
coming for others in the past,
but it was our season now.
Nights were busy
dilating, growing icicles
as perfect murder weapons.

Death came to our home
on stilts and peered
through our frosted bedroom
window and saw: that kisses
leave tiny bruises which amass
until the kissing stops;
that we went to bed
in mute silence, slept dreamless;
that we were not conscious
of how to love without killing
ourselves in the process. Death offered
autonomy, a nascent leaf,
an algal bloom
of possibilities.

Foul play
was eventually uncovered
in late morning when authorities
dragged the pond
behind the house and discovered
the missing bodies

of our hollow wedding vows.

You've turned something so common into something so interesting. Well done.


Thank you Ella. Although, I was the one to initiate the divorce, I still have to recognize it as a failure and regret how the separation transpired. I was naive enough to think that we could be friends afterward. She made it impossible. Luckily, I met my current wife on a poetry site and we are living happily ever after.

I agree with Ella, i have had a few reads through now and I loved how you personified the coldness between you and that there was anmother form of coldness in the detatchment of the how the experiance was reviewed that nicly echoed the images. As Ella said it made a common read into something intresting.