cd1818a8dcd999d8c2ed6e6c7cabd01bStrike a match in the dark
hear sulphur guiding your eye to flame
illumination takes many forms
one is that of retrospect
do not repeat do not repeat
the error of your heart
I saw your blisters I saw your callouses
I saw myself underneath the train
as it bit into who I was before I began
following empty tracks
it was always going to happen
I wrote the play before the players were born
they inherit their roles as if I were
the man in the sky and they my pawn
but it was not so
I was only a woman lost in herself
and you were just people who couldn’t see
far ahead
I watched you before you knew
the steps you would take
leading to my end
how you were born to strike me out
leaving nothing but the smell of
something cold
you can become strangers with the
closest person in the world
watching them as they step into their part
you always knew they’d take that route
perhaps you paved the way
perhaps you died before you could taste
the ash of their betrayal

0 Replies to “Strike me out”

  1. ” you can become strangers with the closest person in the world “… This is so powerful because it happens so frequently. Think of what is said during wedding vows with the person you confess to wanting to be with forever. And how quickly it can all fall apart. How is it we can come to hurt the person we promised we couldn’t live without? Thank you for sharing your gift!

  2. This is wonderfully power.
    The last lines:
    perhaps you died before you could taste
    the ash of their betrayal
    Those strike the hardest! <3

          1. I was going to say Joan of Arc but truthfully she was too neurotic about religion so let’s go with Boudica though she’s not French she was some lean machine all right.

  3. These lines: hit the emotional impact.
    perhaps you died before you could taste
    the ash of their betrayal
    The fear really hits you. That’s what you feel first. And then it’s the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself. ~ Charles Bronson
    The heart feels stricken. Powerful poem.

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