The End of Marriage


More often than not
those who succumb
to the tender trap
find it’s jaws to be sharper
than the first penetration
of virgin flesh,
and when the pain
finally shatters the cultivated
illusions that exist only in the eye
of the beholder,
the lucky ones will twist and bite
and finally gnaw their way free,
only to find that if
they don't bleed to death,
the damn stumps itch.

Published in Studio One

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