Dying Woman
By agora
Dying Woman It was as if a war had begun in her flesh A war always there, dark in the night with Flame subdued by medicine. “Could I have lived differently” she thought “Could I have done this Or not done that, Could I have escaped?” At odd hours she remembered The other flame that had claimed her flesh The man-flame, almost another kind Of almost pain Just as deep inside her. He had gone. “I don’t know how to handle this” he said. “I don’t know how to help”. Never mind she said, Never mind. And she waits Waits til the clock’s agonies wind down. Two days ago she stopped answering the phone One day ago she stopped dreaming Today she stopped imagining. She waits until the flame Is dark then light again. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 12:48 PM PST 0 • 1
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