Effete

My life is wrapped

bundled in

yellowing newspaper

obituaries neatly

tied in black ribbons



She leans

mummified

in the corner

behind the bedroom door

Where once she moaned

fingers clawing the bedsheets

as he had kissed her neck

their fingers brushing skin

catching fire



Sprinkled with dust and tears

memories

like blowing sand

scour her soul

raw

pumping pain

that won't stop bleeding

from the wound where her heart had been