The poison spills
over the dining room table.
I held hands with the bringers of blasphemy,
then pretended blasphemy
was the way to begin a better life.
Now only half-tied and half-untied
I no longer brood, but bear
a blank stare, folded smooth
at the corners.
I won’t admit I left my post.
I move with a wider face,
in this dull aftermath
without terror or hope.
I move heavy-footed –
the last traces of passion
sliding between my toes.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Mechanical Medusa Poetry Forum” November 2015
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