maelynslavik

the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,

C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering

TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,

eager to see this play out,

You left long ago

Yet your words still linger

Like a gaping wound

That never heals

Will I ever learn

To expunge the toxins in my veins

That you erected in my heart?

Poems are my eyes

Windows to a soul, Body, Mind

A new worldview

staring at the ceiling,

tears forming near the rim of my eyes,

blurring my vision temporarily of dread and misfortune.

taking deep breaths,

forcing the loneliness down the deep pit of my throat