No Resurrection
The filth that clings
to her words
are not the tokens
of affection
that comes from years
of experience
His angry words
expelled in passing
float beneath
the bedroom door
in earshot perhaps
of the intended target
The foreign movie
with English subtitles
where conflicts arise
that in Real Life
would never unfold
quite so neatly
This is where I am
in the moment now
where I stand alone
in a suffocating atmosphere
where love has died,
its severed roots dried out with rot
mathiasthom
written 4/25/11
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