is how it feels to be toyed with when
hungry, to be taken when
in love, to be sent back when
needing so much just to find a window to
leap through, something to make
my hands tight with conviction, to be
overweight with passion.
is how cruel your slick indifference is,
decaying my devotion for higher places,
taking the syrup from my smile, and the
crippled sun it brings.
afraid, deep in the sinister void,
deep in Monday night, deep in the
down like a coffin weight, down
into indulgent depths, down
into the thickening ache, determined still
yet to rise . . .
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Bewildering Stories, Issue 710” April 2017
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